The Cards by Rebecca BowenNo matter where I go I'm all alone.
Being an outcast never felt so bad.
Y'all threw us out because we're different.
So what if we paint our faces?!
Atleast we still got the family behind us!
Juggalos for life and it aint a crime.
We stay underground because all y'all try is to kick us out of society.
We're not that much different,
But y'all don't want nothing to do with us.
We always have our homies back.
If you don't want to know whats that's like,
Fine then,
I don't give a fuck!
Everytime you play a hand of cards the Joker's get thrown out.
Well you feel that?!
It's a knife in your back.
After all the years y'all discarded us we're coming back!
You can try to get rid of us,
But let me tell you this,
That shit aint gonna work.
We all stand together,
And united we stand.
We pledge to the hatchet and paint our faces white and black.
There's no grey area because we don't hate on anyone for race.
If you down with Pyschopatic you know what I mean.
It's Juggalos or nothing because all y'all keep trying to get rid of us.
All we doing is trying to stay sane.
JUGGALOS FOR LIFE! 07/06/2011 Posted on 07/06/2011 Copyright © 2024 Rebecca Bowen
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