This Is Karma

I’ve been reading bout the beatings and I’m just seething 8 billion seedlings that can’t grow straight together and deal with their feelings? human beeeeeings staring at ceeeilings or hanging like eeeeeearrings no one is steeeeeering and we’re getting overloaded I feel like the pope exploded from doing dope and blow its Quite the dynamo I wanna move to Idaho what will we do? I know. we can can kill the king I’ll jump on a spring metaphorically we can kill the king. be it by tank or submarine we can kill the king and we can take the castle and escape this hassle of taxes and battles and live in a land of saddles, sandals, and places to go, opportunities left and right black and white hoes and everything else in the place far from hell we this is karma heads heads heads are rolling Gods been trolling how am i polling while my missile launchers loading and you and I are floating to some place far away… into pushing boundaries on a long journey of luxury and fuck the plice (police) my lucks diseased plus my peace has run from me I’m Hungary the summary of gunnery is buttery and rubbery you wish my steel slices heels and dices real guys it’s a deal not worth making a strange rearrangement of rain in the pavement I’m a raven who raving and rafting to Rico I believe in frees speech yo and each gnome that I grope on the seashore or beach knows I live to toss the salad of talent taller than me. and I am what I eat I’m the shit the hiney taking a low knee for all the bolgnese and troll meat in strolling in rolling and holding on bowling for compliments, blowing up God Parents, smoking a hot damaged crack pipe at night while I wack aight I’ve seen better days but I keep my rag tight.