The stratosphere exploding now. the professors contesting how. the lecture runs out for drowned souls. the motor pushing this reality is near. the core molten lava is just a spore the mushroom we pick with alien DNA the pasta we cook and throw away. the buddha head who died to give place. give a name to the game. give a flame to the shame. live like a saint in the quaint light. live like a great conquer on the stage life aint just something to take. life is a bigger piece of someones puzzle knife partys slice n dice the meat shrimp on the barbie kinda talk. not sure what happened to the boy who swore he would live strait forward the one at 16 would go to the basketball court. and spot and sit down with the community as a well liked export. like tap drops on a september night in rain. Berlin has to compete with Brooklyn 99. Munich and Bundaberg have little on common but the store we shopping put the price tags on the bag for $250 more. im sore im at war im the thorne amongst the daffodil bulbs and the grass is greener on the neighbours lawn. stop sit tight light up a stick and i might spit ya a rhyme if ya know a good tip bid quick cos the price drifts big and listen in to the elders you disrespect because they were once like you and gave you the life your family leads from the shore to the gifts of the mourned swore into honesty and trust in God that beauty listens like a nosey sister on the wall. you know what your worth is kid. dont aim at the back board hit the rim and rip it raw til the cows come home and go hardcore disco ball shattered by the dance moves of a generation of bipolar BPD schizoid peers tongue twisting like a maggot in swarm and think back to before you ever touched a pipe. wasnt that the lifestyle. you don't know what it means to be free. given an inch and grasping for a foot. 7 up in the morning toast to the daughters of men who bought this age of prior installments in to source. no never miss a dime que a line in the pew but given an inch and they spent a mile of rope to manipulate your guilt and shame. teenagers are just like that deciet isnt known as a trait and charactet isnt wholey based by the time they're in 21 jump street life is just a quick message to uncle or guardian for acknowledgement upon the plate obese records obese egos ph please find the common sense of the 21st century were we are so obsessed with the virtual reality now we forgot how to get the dollar dollar bill. now it's time we up skilled. but youth killing youth for rep is common place in the underbelly loopholed by a 200 year old system of no rehabilitation whatsoever and the same fuck you attitude that prisons turn to you to fill the void inbetween cruelty and shame. do the crime you do the crime they say. but i ask where is the day innocent until proven guilty was in motion for display. now how about the political patterns we dismay as just a fad or fashion but the corruption runs deeper than surface illusions far deepet than the ice berg that sunk titantic like fuck is this plastic fantastic fabric material consumerism of barbie and ken precisely the way we want to walk the good hens homes. like fuck pick up this mic just to apply some common sense in a world were selfies are more important than a resumé like fuck where make up is bought before a babies bottle. a brown paper bag hides the 7 headed whore your aunty obides by and dont act like you are trying to find a way to subdue the youth. its all obsession with ego and aggression of my mind breaks in like thin ice in a spilt of a second i slide in the steal the light. this can enrage and incite violence but i know that if i portrait positivity all will be ok. but the lions ate the circus tamer before the end of the show you see. perfect world ideal is a hard way to chisel out a way of life. cursed by my maiden wife i live by the code of conduct and she gets drunk and just doesnt give a fuck. so what do i do with the new view. i bury it like my granps without the emotion if thats the case throw her out and we will have all the smoke to linger longer in the dragons mouth belly of a beast fell from the reign of God and blessed is the bread breakfast with the living dead. breakdown to the crumbs and leave no waste from the plate you ate. allah has gave us some glory so behold the baby daughter that slipped away. misery loves company but not this day. Hypocrisy givez way to greed and addictions complicate everything. what do you do when everything is not okay. wound up in ICU for 11 days and now will my family appreciate me? I'd appreciate the deed. thanks Krezilla. iller than your drug dealers whip on 22k shoes i bit my lip on those days back on the avenue of surburbia jesus came and rescued me from my brain. like fuck the deceivers who chase i weave and create this song with such flame that your soul burns for ignition system and explosions are imminent upon arrival on my page.. MVP 2020 fall of kabul saying 'see you guys thanks for the guns' now shakir pointing RPGs at each other and I think about all the news how nothing is really ever said about the soldiers of Afghanistan i hope iran conducts research into peacr as mohummid would of liked to procreate.