they said “oh that’s it” i said “man that’s nothin” callin up a blind bitch so she can show me somethin life is pernicious, delightfully grim, it could turn righteous to wicked, from higher up livin to bottomless pit by the flip of a switch or the drop of a dime it's all in due time reality swingin, it strike on a whim while I'm tryna find out what existence is lost in the era where no one apparently knows what the fuck freedom is so how could they know when the coldest wind blows? or when blizzards come in and then ransack a home like my name is Contreras, I ran back to home just to catch your ass slipping, now I'm steady chipping away at your dome while my spirit is near it but never atoned I am grateful for life, although was not condoned so my condolences to all the motionless kids and their families that lost their own due to tragedies and mental illness gifted with a pen and with the rhythm, every line is something like it's Christmas or like my dad in deer season, they just keep on running until I kill it mind your own business