It is Crunch Time but im having trouble with my Punch Lines
Im up Late In The Night, Dating The Strife, my Blunt Mind
Is clouded in something im thinking deep cant think of Crazy Shit
Made Me Sick, my psycho side is loose i contact the devil to Baby Sit
Weak Vocab, Speech So Sad, Streets So Mad, Fiends And Killers
Why cant i Write Dope, White Roach, im more Mean and Iller
Than i Am Now, put your Hand Down, i Aint The Teacher
Too Volatile, You Holla Wild, fuck jesus i Paint The Preacher
With the Bibles Lies, i have Suicidal Ties, so Take Cover
I'll Smack Ya Son, Blast A Nun, im a Bastard Son, i Hate Mothers
Envision an environment devoid of Crack Pipes And Fiends
A long prosperous future id love but Thats Like A Dream
My insanity is illuminating as i correspond with Odd Peers
My heart is Dead Now, Head Down, as i drown in Gods Tears
Craving corrosive substances to Numb The Cerebral
I abuse alcohol excessively im not One With The People
Im anti social aggravated assuming im Right In The First Place
My mother birthed me at seventeen, Reciting My Birth Date
I shed tears hardly ever believe it or not thats a Real Fact
My soul was robbed at birth and its difficult to Steal Back
Factory work is hard, doesnt help that its Low Wage
My aspiration for a better life is desperate like breath in a Cold Cage
And i aint saying this to seem crazy or to Gain Sympathy
The fakes im seeing through, im Being True, listen to my Insane Symphony
God, the bastard doesnt communicate so i cant Talk To Him
I just saw Jesus but as i approached i Walked Through Him
Shit, im trying to think of a good word Something Major
Fuck it im thinking of suicide, what a Gun Or Razor??????
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