rules left by dead men still followed by sheeple

Plotted mental psychotic flow served by mental and lyrical bionics smelling like chronic plant in a rant about the present stats of this life’s battle on the Matt of deception we call earth as it becomes worst getting it out the mud while it filled with dirt and disappointment resentment and hurt Make it a sport in my minds heart is the only way I could even start to see it come together and not fly apart in the dark of the big dogs bark I charge and bite and lock and put a stop to all the bullying and mind sparring and squabbling quarrying inventorying reality as my non smiling straight face finds a place on a non loving planet of oppression glocks switches Niigah’s hoes and bitches pigs bros and snitches and sagging britches! Flip back to another time even before the first rhyme was even written and put to a beat I got beat for not being neat, discreet or getting out of my seat or making jokes in classes designed to slave our asses. It’s said if you spare the rod you spoil the child well it’s true cause look at you! I’m proving with word after word letter after letter life was and is bad and did and can and will get better with effort now how and determination to kill all negative situations with proper education and stay out the oinky oink police station by any means be seen and heard but don’t become part of the Hurd in cages for showing legitimate rage against a system designed to murk you slowly or instantaneously to me it seems the foreskin forefathers are ex masters of slave and came from cave and can’t behave like civil beings so find those grave and start peeing dead men with powdered wigs nobody miss them! The heat is on so if you can’t stand it I command you get out of the kitchen and stop bitching and twitching when you effed around and didn’t win get over it and live!!!