Trying not to spill blood
Lo and behold, came to get it
Are you feeling my fear
Paralyzed, brittle format
These myterious days have me bear-eyed
Quickly a poo on my conscience
What children hustlers mastermind
Panhandlers and dummies trying to steal my soul
One false move, my foundation, my stammer
Fuck the party, my beginning’s
your ending
A banquet in rain
Soft shit into hard powder
Shaking up some shit to bring the noise
Reverse the game
you’ve got the Jews now
Plenty of holes to stab
fresh off the curb
It’s the G-screen
Life and legacies dramatized
Play with your life
with all my daughters
