Lyrics:
plots to maul nations out of shock and awe
Generation of ideas
Children who won't talk at all
Profits fall
Chalk on walls
Years spent on prison cells
the center of the Hell Hole
And I smell ya nose in my business
By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claus who
want to burn a devil up for Christmas
I
shapes
I'm reaching my nadir and I haven't an idea of what to do
I'm painting by numbers but can't find the colors that fill you in
I'm not even knowing
flows that’s simple, dim and ignorant
They deliberately stifled the voice of the truth
And created new idols to poison the youth
How many of us remain
build a tower
Words are power, pleasure, poison
Words are boxes we put hope in
Words can't go back once they spoken
Words makes waves just like
mind
I don't deal in fear, I'm so right here
So right now, they got no idea
They over-blow the slope then throw the folk a rope
To cope control
where the poets is
Under some gutter, at the library, by the cafe, at the ATM
You know where the poets is
At the perfume store, in the buffet line
missing from your surroundings
it's an unpleasant awakening
don't want to live and i don't want to die
i just want to be comforted by sleep!
i lost in life
goin
Don't get the wrong idea, nobody's gigolo'in
We arrived, but what we did I cannot tell
Couldn't play it on the air, cause it's kinky as hell
""There is a war! Battlefields of honour deep inside my mind Fighting for my freedom My idols my ideas betrayed by your weakness The stream you're
your own world,
Where not everything is happening,
And each day is gone,
It may look easy not bothering.
You have no idea,
What's going on my dear.
Sit
price
I'm sure
I sold my freedom
In the name of false ideas
In the sake of false promises
And now
I know that nothing come back as before
Yesterday is
to put your hope in me
Like these chicks I put my dick in so bad they wicked, got you thinking they witches
I stroke like pots of poison, they ride like
Cut throat and don't look back
As if gifted by the zodiac
With the key that's gonna unlock my own path
Catastrophe is guaranteed again
'Cause
shelves
4 to 12, get you the safe paper
Here's the idea, I'm Poison Pen
Yeah stay right there man
I live with no string, breath easy
You get loud, I get
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