Craftily crafted rhymes got my soul crashing, and half the time
These passively drafted lines are affably cast, resigned
To the fact that amnesty has tragically past, it died
Leaving just vanity, and a people with apathy's stamp behind
We angrily rant to pass the time, relying on reality, as defined
By tactically flaccid minds, an attack of the rancid kind
Callously passing by objection, rapidly casting dye
Placing things in groups that don't have to be, that's the lie.
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blacketh, the camera shy: laughing hard, compassionate mastermind
dancing like hammer time. rock solid smoking crack with Amanda Bynes
have a line. walk the far side - your jaw to the curb
bite down or die. a line between the two is awfully blurred
you have a single goal. your road is often deterred
preaching to people far too exhausted to learn
let the monsters observe while rockstars are marketed first
there's darkness in words. our novel just another coffin to burn
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The harshest of verbs got readers distraught and concerned
Armed with the words to leave the hardest artist's heart in a hearse
Starting to curse, fuck fuck FUCK, repetitive, guarded.....perturbed
Twisted from sipping rum, bitches come and I leave 'em broken in shards
Got 'em grieving yo, I need a hoe like I need a hole in the heart
Drop that needle bro, I'll rock that ether flow from the start
A seasoned pro, this is art...each page has a sculpture inside it
'til it's picked apart by vultures, derided by a culture divided
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we're supposed to be quiet. take a bow. hold for the silence
on the road to enlightenment - if you'd loan me a license
insociable tyrant. ruling emperor of nobody island
psychosis, the psychic. aka medium. like prose to a typist
disposable wiseman. take it or leave it, i married a priestess
kept her locked inside a cage and fed her berries and peaches
locate your weakness just to air it out like terrible secrets
what's a pair of new sneakers worth if you're a paraplegic?