an evil man does evil to the world

I'd rather give credit to the dead
then a wounded head evil musician instead
and when they wind up with two now in the city gone
they could think of my watch,my bottle,my ring,and my dance and church song's couldn't be wronged
from every melody and word evil men took
they wind up with the planet cooked
who's left for dead
out of putting me on the copyright papers instead
still will never write me off
of my own songs
and gift and present themselfs instead
evil men who's laughing now
taking taking  taking  still can't make dead man wrote my songs
don't put yourselfs against me
and try to make me your wrong
so many years feeding off me and starving me an a wife and  my mother and brothers and sisters to death
always counting me out cost of my life yet
a better life yet
evil men should never have been born
to be such a  evil take  on what I put on
every write I tried
evil men eliminated me from whatever I  mind
its an evil world  they made against me
take take take
credit to death a live too dream