Through my sadness and my grief
To my understanding and my own belief
A cheat will always recognize another cheat
And it takes a thief to catch another thief.
Speaking to myself or shouting to a choir
From my own personal knowledge and my own desire
A perjurer will always remain a perjurer
And an honest man cannot trust a gossip or a liar.
Knowing myself and my soul from deep within
As I walk in the world of corrupted women and men
A tempter they will always be a tempter
So I stray myself away from their evil and sin.
A person will know from what they seduce
Some people thrive by using an excuse
They live by a lie as they will die with a lie
They dish out food along with their own abuse.
From my sadness and from my woe
To the total strangers and people that I know
Being dishonest and you will live dishonest
You will always reap what you plant and sow.
Randy L. McClave
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