Snitches get Stitches
All bullies must die

There's an unbreakable code
A real dude must live by

Cos Snitches get Stitches
If not, last rites

This code became blurred
When my brother was bullied
For the first time

Be a man and let them punch you?
Just make sure not to cry

Be a hero and they will hurt you
Everytime they see you, they will try

Be a coward and they will find you
Make you wish you wanna die

Be a snitch and even your friends
Will hang you out to dry

Soaked in shame dripping fear
Mud stained name every tear
Bloodstained pain in daily doses
Enemies keep you closer
Friends refrain from close quarters
Kicking you while you're down
Post mortem
Dead before you hit the ground
Walking corpses
Smiling frowns
Nervous
Awkward
Hissing sounds
Slithering snakes
In jackets inbound
Stereotypes
Of inferior types
The "Superior-like"
To pin to the ground
Then levels change
And roles are recycled now

My brother is the bully
All bullies must die

I wonder why
My convictions wane over time
It's all well and good
If it's not you
If it's not him
If it's not her
For when it is
Your heart is in the matter
It turns out
Real dudes can cry
Loved ones can lie
Hiding monsters
Inside
Saints at home
Crazy, part time
Recycled versions
Of us
We becoming
Recycled versions
Of those who came before
Us
The string of the cycle
Replayed because
Of our ignorance
We hear the sound of the string
Too late
When it's all we know how to play
We wait
Until the sounds we once ignored
Now all sound the same
I just want to snitch myself
For aiding in this charade