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You Can’t Bring Me Down

Posted on May 14th, 2015

Due to some recent events and hurtful words from people I once considered trustworthy friends I decided that Mike Muir from his time with Suicidal Tendencies had already composed a proper response. I have taken a few liberties by changing certain curse words to more child like words since that is more appropriate when addressing child like behavior.

What the booger snot’s going on around here?

First off, let’s take it from the start. Straight out, can’t change what’s in my heart. No one can tear my beliefs apart, you can’t bring me. You ain’t never seen no one like me. Prevail, regardless what the cost might be. Power flows inside of me, you can’t bring me. Never fall as long as I try. Refuse to be a part of your lie. Even if it means I die, you can’t bring me. You can’t bring me down.

Who the booger snot you calling crazy? You wouldn’t know what crazy was if Charles Manson was eating fruit loops on your front porch.

Time out, let’s get something clear. I speak more truth than you want to hear. Scapegoat, to cover up your fear, you can’t bring me. You ain’t never seen so much might. Fight for what I know is right. What up, you got yourself a fight, you can’t bring me. Stand up, we’ll all sing along. Together, ain’t nothin’ as strong. Won’t quit, we ain’t in the wrong, you can’t bring me. You can’t bring me down.

So why you trying to bring me down when you can’t bring me down?

Just ’cause you don’t understand what’s going on don’t mean it don’t make no sense. And just ’cause you don’t like it don’t mean it ain’t no good. And let me tell you something. Before you go taking a walk in my world you better take a look at the real world ‘Cause this ain’t no Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. Can you say, “Feel like poo poo?” Yea maybe sometimes I do feel like poo poo. I ain’t happy ’bout it, but I’d rather feel like poo poo than be full of poo poo. And if I offended you, oh I’m sorry but maybe you need to be offended. But here’s my apology, and one more thing, I’m rubber you’re glue, whatever you say about me, bounces off me and sticks to you. ‘Cause you can’t bring me down.

Punishment_of_the_Paddle,_1912-01Punishment of the Paddle, 1912” by Unknown – Google Books – Julian Leavitt (1912-02). “The Man In The Cage“. The American Magazine LXXIII. The Phillips Publishing Co… Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.

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