I knew from the beginning I might die young, eighteen or twenty one
But I’m still in this bitch writing and doing wrong
Fucked with the devil yesterday, danced with Margaret Thatcher and fucked Ayn Rand
Ops Republicans I’m sorry for the line,
But fuck it all we can do is whine when there so much to understand during these wicked times
Others suffer while we talk shit over some pine, write rhymes and counting the dimes to go get some wine
Roach on the table, mind over across the world trying to understand why you are here
Looking at someone and never seeing how beautiful they are, when your eyes are wide open either from the diphen or a little boy behind a door hiding
I want this to be a message, but nobody gives a fuck hiding in their fucking pounds like a duck
Yeah I saw you with that on facebook and as our time expires whirling through corny punch lines
Making it through life with a chip your shoulder, will just add another page in your medical folders
Pills that actually work hook you so later in life you’ll be popping tablets keep stressing a wife on the verge of leaving
I always knew life would be hard like this
When god comes down and its my time to die, I’ll be holding my balls like tupac with a .45
But this is all blubber written between tokes of some lavender
Lots of things on my mind balancing time between each breath, my eyes sharp and my genius will settle the commonwealth, at least I’ve got my hands together hopping what I heard in that dream will come true
Tell me there is success, me and a pretty you, kids who I love so true
Do you feel the rumble beneath the pavement, that’s the doubt, the enslavement
The City Breaks Its PromiseIs in Official Development with Trafford Publishing
The Hopeful Release date by January
Maybe if i found some jesus we might get DECEMBERMuch Love for the Patience, but it’s gonna be GREAT!!!! ❤ ❤
