Dragging your once clean name through the mud
Whispers down the street
They think you can be beat
Use you, use you that's all they ever want to do
Then crumble up in hatred and misery when they don't get their way
They spit on your name
Some people believe their stories without taking an eye to both sides
Some call them friends
But you have other names
It is one thing to help a man
And it is another to let the man drown you
Down talking
But you just keep walking
One day the truth will make every blind eye see
One day the mud will be washed away