Surveillance

Surveillance Don't have shit to prove Those facts sit in view The flaw isn't mine But if you're blind to my truths Then you can call them fault lines When all the walls shake In the wake of this slate Jaws drop to the floor As I walk in the door When I open up It's shocks to the core A lot's said if I show a cold shoulder Can get so hot headed When those who boast just grow bolder May say that it rocks But I'll make it glow like a lava flow's smolder Been burning ops That won't just blow over Lit the fuse earning props It's a sermon for soldiers Going pew! like a church seat My purpose searching Turn tops into room That's how I shoulder the burden Of dropping the posers And stopping perversion Of popular topics With a pop of disturbance You're no competent owners Of dominant personage Just for copping a watch Or some opulent purchase Only shopping to flop Those velvet Prada G's Flaunt a lot of things To compensate for what they don't got Like confidence in modesty We don't need to clique (click) For me to stick with a boom Cleaning house and sweeping out the shit Turn the switch to a broom Body precious reps they built Probably forget to fill the rest Neglected everything but stilts That's why they're subjected to less At best they'll never be more than second best Trying to be me Dying to be free I see it as a sign that I'm likely to be On the right path When they bite at my feet Gathering en masse attached to a leash Unable to grasp gaps I casually leap Bypass the trappings of hype tied to greed My average passage packs massive slashes That collapse the lattice of status tactics Yeah that's what happens When you Metaphors (met a force) like me Crash impacted Clash with madness Metamorphs likely Letters warned: [W]eathered storms [A]ntenna torn [R]egret conform [N]ever more [E]nd the source (soars / sores) [D]ilemma torched Course I've been fed up With the chorus of Meta cores That's a portion of why I left for the forest Dorks were so fixated on the deets They couldn't see it for the trees I ain't staying the course with sheep on the farm when my heart is more Carnage born than actually passive Naturally apt to get drastically haptic attacking at that shit like a Carnivore Keep feeding the beast By bringing me beef It's all I can eat So thanks for the treat You're really quite sweet Or perhaps I mean savory Since salt changes the flavoring Either way it provides sustenance For Just-in-cense (just incense/ Justin sense Justin's scents) Don't like the smell then jump the fence Keep your gates away from substances They can't contain one crumb of this Only way of escape's to run from it Surveying my prey As they prey on the nameless They'll be praying for grace When they pay for disgraces. ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)