My Apologies Don't Cut It

How could you
Do what you did
Dime to a dozen
Dollar twenty like the others
But not me
Not the eyes
The lips the lies
A shit bag for life
So get out of mine
Cuz you not ready for the knowledge of my mind
And yes I do mind
The lies the tries
The heavy breathin
Got me feelin
Thank God for the mind I got
The strength I know
And the feelins I fought
Cuz the guard I got
Blocked your only shot
So goodbye, good try
And go work out your own damned life.
~Psyqsol