Regroup that thought

greatest. the beezy sentinel luttece lying down on the bed thinking like my ego's dead mind ain't eaten soul ain't fed tell me why I got some hate as thick as thread. tell me why the shade of love is red When in truth it just means you bled Tell me why the world ain't view people's qualities and not they truths they either think it's one or two and that ain't ever nothing new they hate the voice of youth the voice that has so little things to prove and they tongue ain't so loose so much violence in the wake of silence I been tired of the lies so much people crying I can hear them when I close my eyes In the wake of turmoil we act like the ones we idolize fall out of touch with life we love to organise I surmise we been acting out we been wanting clout we can't shut our mouth cause it gets too real and we don't like the mouse anyways live your life cut that strife by knife rise the level fife dare that darling rife ease the rations to the fractions solve the actions and you'll find satisfaction. that was the end of it that was the deficit we are the testament end of the evident discuss the settlement sensing the imminent finishing vigilant concluding irritant. ha! bye!