Everyone around me is dead.
Gotta stop wishing that.
Spook like the feds; tit for tat.
Ab crippin blood like a disciple, what a figure.
Censor that.
Half a life without pulling the trigger; that’s the facts.
Gotta stop trying to find intelligence in people cause you’ll be sorely disappointed.
Feeling the cost and the hate through the people they appointed. Baptism in fire and dirtied blood their children are anointed.
Questioning yourself you’re happy having nothing.
You lost what it means to be human and that was never the point man.
Geld yourself trying to find a sense of purpose.
Lined against the wall you thought they would never hurt us.
Like a communist regime; thought crimes and empty purses.
The resistance only grows stronger as the situation worsens.
God help us, we’re all dictators; violating each other.
One man’s trash, another’s treasure; even though it’s all clutter.
Ideology and consumer technology I mean.
Your value determined by your rapsheet and your green.
Working under austerity; fracturing your spleen.
You’ll never find the answers; what could it all mean?
In this nightmare trying to become a fisher of men.
Spending days and nights locked away with a shit eating grin.
Slave to the system.
Little do they know I got bottles of piss and vinegar for that.
Everyone around me is dead.
Gotta stop wishing that.
Spook like the feds; tit for tat.
Ab crippin blood like a disciple, what a figure.
Censor that.
Half a life without pulling the trigger; that’s the facts.
Would rather be a slave to myself than a slave to the world.
Evil spells and wicked churl’s.
Grand wizard’s machinations come unfurled.
Caught in a whorl laying swines before pearls.
Praying every day to iron out the burls.
Walking in their shoes to find where the cleverness comes from.
Disillusioned by the outcome; discovering most are way dumb.
High on alcohol, nicotine, and kratom.
Better drugs but the degenerates lace them; with fentanyl.
Fucking murderers deserve life in prison.
Where the hell did we go wrong with the youth of today; a defined lack of morals, irreversible surgeries, and botulism.
And protected pedophiles; just fucking great.
I thank God every time I’m able to see through to the misery.
If you’re helpless and lost just look to history.
Centuries of corruption and violence; it ain’t no fucking mystery.
A specific race behind it all, but if I mention who they’ll just up and cancel me.
Someone convince me not to burn it all with gasoline.
Like a monk feeling dread performing his own cremation ghat.
Everyone around me is dead.
Gotta stop wishing that.
Spook like the feds; tit for tat.
Ab crippin blood like a disciple, what a figure.
Censor that.
Half a life without pulling the trigger; that’s the facts.
But I’m doing it now, bang bang, crack crack.
Talking slang slang, and gang gang; you’re fucking whack.
Ab crippin blood like a disciple, what a figure.
Censor that.
Baptism in fire and dirtied blood their children are anointed.
Questioning yourself you’re happy having nothing.
You lost what it means to be human and that was never the point man.
In this nightmare trying to become a fisher of men.
Spending days and nights locked away with a shit eating grin.
Slave to the system.
Little do they know I got bottles of piss and vinegar for that.
Everyone around me is dead.
Gotta stop wishing that.
Am I coming on too strong?
At least I don’t talk about nothing.
All these figures can lick my sack; I’m here to press the button.
Slaves to the system.
Little do they know I got bottles of piss and vinegar for that.
Everyone around me is dead.
Gotta stop wishing that.
Am I coming on too strong?
At least I don’t talk about nothing.
All these figures can lick my sack; I’m here to press the button.
Yeah… Figures. –Michael Kabu Ament
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