now that I'm on my own in this star war call it hans solo wannbe washed up rockstar quickly they expect me to fall off and become you this wagon nevee had any wheels nor mean to steer so i swerved wrecked then it became clear ur more an anchor than a steady sail hangin on the coat tail hopin to not fail so shove it down they fuckin throats watvh as they inhale. and the knibes in my back was counteract n retract n w this mic i just might pierce thru n impale. (hook) turn a new leaf? or get up n fuckin leave set path for a new coarse or kill em all w no remorse strong is thus force like parents its apparent itll split like a divorce left bloodied broken cut into two wolves run lone no needin a pack just contemplate as you run the plain leaving the game no time nor room to react.