incinerated

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Ascend and rise, touch the sky, earn your wings and learn to fly. Heaven beside you, God within — you all know Jesus Christ could use the win. A fool’s wage earned in sin, the line we walk grows paper-thin. Rin tin tin tin — found dead in a bin, PCP, LSD, and gin, crap in his pants with a shit-grin on his chin. The pride within twists the spin therein, truth and lies — the story’s dim. No honest rules apply, the world is sly — this is the outlands, the badlands. I’m a psychopath stepping to your bandstand, in your homeland — give me a hundred grand and whatever I demand. You’ll feel it when my bars land, not even a heavyweight can withstand. I wield fire in my hands, your ego expands — around here I induce awe and fear when I appear, repercussions severe. I let my mind unwind and steer, switching gears — 0 to 65 in 2.5, brain in overdrive, thrives — the drive to gain and survive. I’m building my empire. You never gave a shit — here I am now, what’s up? Don’t expect forgiveness. I won’t relive your shit or the shit I lived before. War — that’s all it is with you, is war. Kicking shut doors, then nailing ’em closed with your fat gut and hammer toe. You should finally learn to grow. I started as nothing — shit on the world’s shoe. Life beat me metaphorically black and blue. It’s true — it changed my view. I’ll assault you bar by bar, section by section, categorically — accordingly by recollection of tension and retention of spite. There’s no thwarting my might. I am your plight. I am your dark. I am your light. Built from the pen up to legend — with means and method, pent up in a mental penitentiary. Puffing on dimes of dro, I grow my crop — it’s legal. Fuck the cops — y’all are elementary. Turbulent times got me spitting rhymes, I finally put down my mop. Said fuck cleaning up the world and its slop. Rearrange the estranged — little things change the world, like a ripple in a pond or a comet in the great beyond. I know a lot — but it’s still out of my range. The entire truth beyond me. Meaning of life? Multifaceted — subjective to indoctrination and social hierarchy. Taste my rage. You belong in a cage into your old age. This isn’t the end of the chapter — but it’s the end of the page.

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5 months ago

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