The Back Foot

Thought I had to fend for myself 
Hide my dust jacket so my title's 
a little harder to tell 
'cos people think they already know 
every scene of every story told 

but maybe we're quick to pick up 
all each other's tricks now 
It takes two for every time to 
hit like bricks now

We could get it right 
Gimme something to write 

I just gotta appreciate 
when God gives out gifts 
I'm not talking about you 
but the kind of thing that 
really sticks to the ribs 
I might be a mongrel 
Please educate me on 
what mercy is 
Fending for myself only 
gets me good riddance 

Too easy to find yourself 
broken-spirited on the back foot 
Too easy to misalign yourself 
Suddenly you're banging 
heads with the bad hoods 

but parties with people 
never fail to go pear shaped 
so when you party you don't 
even invite anyone these days