they say I’m heaven-sent: when in fact I’m far from that
a living carnation of deceit
you are hardly a feet to beat senseless,
you are defenceless against my hell-bent intent //
there is no precedent to this ability - feel privileged to witness me
if not, get prepared to loose the pride you’ve got – I have no empathy
with the sympathy of a psychopath//
if you want to battle me that’s fine,
but don’t go cryin’ when I rip out your vocal cord
just because I’m bored – for the sake of a laugh//
remember your attitude will determine your latitude
and the magnitude of my wrath//
A mentality severely scared, my past marred
with pain, that every day I wake I say “death”
take a pill or two –
so I don’t get a rope to strangle myself blue//
what I’ve been through,
I reflect and regret shit I wish I never knew//
(welcome to my life)
At the very essence I am a misanthropist -
the illest lyricist that society can produce
from long-term psychological abuse//
I get on the piss as much as I smoke cannabis -
while I take a toke, amongst the smoke
explain to you the categorical imperative
of Kant laughing at you as an uneducated joke//
bound to decrease my life span having been to Amsterdam//
name a drug I haven’t tried, should have died
flirted with the dark side - we call death
once thought I breathed my last breath
yet here I am the precedent
still alive.