A Backward Suicide

A homicide is a backwards suicide so high risk i can die anytime come slit my wrist... be a part of a crime French kiss my dick... then swallow my slime i turn up like Optimus Prime all my Demons on timez like watches with batteries look its embarrassing.. back to da lab again quick let da pastor in come earn ya salary drip like a Mexican.. my bars broken messages politics.. i fuck with dead presidenta apologies.. I just vetoed a pill of bills aahh yeah.. look at my wealth..i should be a shame of myself.. I fuck with my fans and noone else I climbed to D top of D's charts... then went left I had thoughts of success then i applied myself while they demanded my time of death.. um still undefeated i was a million dollar nigga.. while I was a fetus i hosted meetings.. wit all motives and reasons intentions of treacherous... treason isolation manifested a demon infection bred with my dreams then i heard whistling overlapping d plucking of harp strings i watched heart after heart turn cold.. because of the simplest things