Treat Me Bad Treat me bad , and each time I succumb. You twist and turn me around, assuming you know me from the short time you had me bound. Throw me aside like a cur, believing I am ignorant you don't know , that though I'm silent I can be louder than the screams of the world. Yet I whisper and sing softly to be nice, hoping that my meager wit , and childishness will suffice. I bring myself to your level, so I may relate to you for if I speak, the thoughts I think, you will understand that your superiority is only limited to few. You think that because I stoop, I'm small and weak. Riddle me this, oh lord Almighty, how can I be the valley and you the peak? My words and swords I understand well enough. But you diss, and forever a million buttocks kiss. I no more, will look to your sillyness. Belittle myself for the entertainment, for stupid wilyness. I run and never stop, give no time to catch you breath. Try and keep up my friend, for you treat me bad and my soul, you bend. Now I am straightened, I am Iron, hot and Strong. Bring forth your irony and your words so mean. I brush it aside, for I am a Truth, only the honest can redeem.