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Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
to dark red
I'm back into a corner by my choices
I'm hearing those dame dark voices
At the mercy of my desires helpless, trivial
I'm left with no
happening
Damn i shoulda missed class
Im hearing everyone panicing
Hearing screams from the hallway
Followed by nothing except
Thoughts in my head saying
when the lights go out
Shotgun Freedom is what the say I'm about
What I'm about won't matter when I walk out the door
Familiar faces put on dolls
everything
All black everything
All black everything
All black
No landing, geared up for arrival, nowhere to arrive to
The subject seems upset by that
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
the extra push, I got up off my ass (word)
It makes sense, lights off you need to get a bag
My only goal was household and things I never had
And staying
The first rays of light
they burn the eyes
of a newborn child
The first phase of demise
Hearing a sound
for the first time in his life
There's no
Titter, moan, and sigh
Outcasts driven to seek pleasure
Cockfighters are kind of clever
Mixing sex with violence
Cretins make perverted sense
negative
It's hard work to stay positive
When our perceptions are limited
And the intention mean spirited
And our ego seek pleasure by any means period
Ain't
the minds are under the control
No one helps the young ones to escape
The worm slides onward to new victims
Whom are dished up by their own parents
Prelates
a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery
Operation capture flag by any means
If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle
Walk into the store with
a day that goes by
Where I don't hear our music in my head
Where I don't miss the pleasure of your company
get out of my way
I'm not feeling okay
But that's what I always seem to say
It's getting tiring I think I started hearing the sirens
You start believing
The blueprint of the pleasure in me
Yet I'm not that sloppy I like a lot a tall poppy
When I see one I keep it inside by my side
I water it and shelf it
feel spite
Then this space guide me to the light
Through pain, no pleasure, unfortunate events
Is that making any sense
Are you catching any hints
Or am
corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space
For both passed him by with the speed of light, not
Well the purse snatch went according to plan
The victim himself was a masked man
And everybody laughs who was not them Oh and every laugh's now is now
never cooked bacon
No sense of order, I'm for a boarder in no land
No hands, I dance, stuck in a trance
Activated by a system created that severs romance
constantly misbehaved and
I feel a sense of regret for going with you the last time
Hearing the shit you said to just make us think he's the bad guy
Say he's
a victim or a die a villain before you get to call wisdom
I'm inspired by the people who guide
Seems to even take a little less to get by
So I'm sitting in
You were born to the stars but now you live with a halo
The day that we lost you was overwhelmingly painful
And it still doesn't make sense I look
you can’t see the victim he’s still grinning
But you sense something missing, that will in him
So you don’t really miss him when he stops chilling
We
forever
Look at how the stars aligned
A pretty face in flashing lights
I've never been too camera shy
The victim of the perfect crime
He wore red and I
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