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Rated: GC · Lyrics · Writing · #2288617
The pushers enjoy the cycle. they break you, build you back up, tear you apart.
***SPECIAL notes***
The following lyrics are still under construction
Might edit/rearrange things, might make a few réductions
But anyhow,
Here's some free flow thoughts unbroken
And to be clear, I'm not smokin
And I'm not drinkin
I'm just thinkin'
Check my linkin

Here it go:

I don't care
what you share
about how i compare
with the ladies you be bangin
with your crooked cannon
your weenie that needs
the blue pills to compete
and complete
every deed
fulfill all their needs
without blowin' your seed

seems it all happens prematurely
according to the orderly
swearing reportedly
her statement gave solemnly
To the police that she needed
Family advice that she heeded
So the lies you repeated
could all be defeated

Then you got down on your knees
started bargainin' with the police
cried to the judge and asked for a plea
from the peace bond you received from me
I even ensured it was all voluntary
'Cause I didn't want to create a scene
All I wanted was some fucking peace
I just wanted you to fucking leave
and let me live my life how I please
But oh no, you couldn't have that be
it was so important for you to have coffee
at the Tim Hortons right next door to me
Couldn't just be a man, take your fucking leave

I never could be what you wanted me to be
You never thought I dressed properly
Didn't do my hair fancy or act like a lady
You never really did just like me as me
Said I swear too much and act too obscene
So you tried real hard to make it all seem
Like I was the bad guy and crazy as can be
Then I had to fight with the Ministry
who wouldn't fucking just let me be me!

Anyways,

Guess that be what happens
When it's coke you be smackin'
or snortin' up your nose
it's killin' your hose
it's makin it limpin
no more you be pimpin
the booty yo' missin
your dick, it can't listen
to what you be thinkin
when you snortin and drinkin

See even juice is a killer
to all of your feel'ers
it be numbin your testicles
so just chill at the festivals
and get lost in the music
them lyrics like a rubiks

they spittin out them rhymes so you can be fusin'
on thoughts and ideas instead of just crusin'

through life without a direction
no parents givin' you correction
teachers spreadin' an infection
They don't give you free selection
They just put you in a section
according to your reflection
They promise protection
And no more rejection
Just go along with their inspection

Professors are no longer truly intellectual
what they all pushin' now is mostly just sexual
and they say all their words are simply contextual
what a joke, it just a social constructual
a lie made up for the masses to ingest
they want this world to continue to be a big mess
of fighting and warring a jumble of words
Our leaders spittin' out more fuckin' turds
Like South Park they rolled
and Now we've all been sold
Team America was bold
When all this they foretold

We all forced to stare at ourselves in this mirror
But we gotta break it cause we ain;t sein' clearer
What they holdin us up to is covered with grease
it's human trafficking under the guise of peace

So remember, dear children
Your penis gets broken
if crack you be smokin
For real, we ain't jokin
so just stick to the toke'in

("Heard" the song "The Way I Am" by Eminem in my head while writing this. Thankful to have such a good influence to help guide my thoughts and my experiences through the darkness🤘🖤❤️‍🔥❤️)
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