“People never remember the million times you help them, only the one time you don’t.”
It never fails, when I extend to help
I get slapped back, when I’m all out
Makes me want, to never help again
Kick you all to the curb, it ain’t no sin.
Can’t you be thankful, for the plenty I did
Stop complaining, a little trouble within.
Why when you leave, do you have to cuss?
Didn’t sound like that, when you got off the bus.
Sweet sweet words, you spread it thick
Now when I’m spent, you don’t give a lick.
So take your stuff, and go down that road
Karma will pin you, when you’ve grown old.