a piece from the perspective of a dying world lyrics by jkoerner music by d low beats #firesyndicate I am the catalyst to this cataclysmic Event you living Laugh at it  like ghosts of the past came back and smashed the limits Cracked like glass in accidents   Jabbing at establishing Rap fame top of the rap game You lack the vision Pens are packed with pathogen Wrapping it up in packages  Send it out with I'll intentions  Ain't no point in tracking it  You barley even managing Probably getting groceries As soon as you get home An explosion will will be the only thing  Hacking up these bullets  I'm calling it a Kalashnicough You having trouble standing  My man my plans been taking off No making soft victors of the new world That We starting dawg  I'm breaking up the skull's of the dead  I mean I'm cracking jaws  Listen y'all Condoms that I be pissing off This is raw More then havin pistol drawn With a crystal ball  And list of all Kids I know   To sat stay home From school today A few to late  I guess I'm honest When I say I'ma teach this class some triganomixs Mask I'm donning  Air Is gone  People catching shit  Like fishing rods  Trees are rotted  From the noxious  Plottinf of the business laws Amist demonic shit  they jotting Lopping all your dreams right off They make you out to be  product of the fucking shit they cause  This is dooms day Say good bye to all your friends and family Your enemies and animals  Your cactus plant and flannel sheets There about to be  Caught up insode some battery Not the one you charge I mean the one that cause fatality It's sad but it's reality it's  Oil fields are burning and no one here  is concerned with it Eyes on your football teams  it seams boone here's learning shit Worthless rich dicks head up inside they offices A worried about the deficits And not about our losses its Hold up a second Im lecturing everything  Why did the government sever off help to the People that need it They out in the streets ain't half if of breathing  no hope for there levity    Beats me Kids lives in shacks full of feces  Recruited by sick thieves  That leave bodies ripped like beasts  But at least you have your  Tv  And that's just the decline of this  Sick dream You living in side humanity  What a collamity  Manthis hole place is just insanity  As Water levels rising higher then your vanityl O yeah wouldn't you know it They 600 bills would help us get through the covid Big bro says they'll help they won't It's time for us to put this plan on to our own shoulders