Knit Pick

Prove to yourself that your worthy of life…

I would but… Ifs to ands…

Subject tormented like pulling the legs off a spider…

Yet I’m a rider…

For all its worth…

No attachments of blood pumping…

Dropping shells out of the revolver…

Right after discharging…

Then discarded out of my inventory…

The millionaires would place there bets on me…

You want to no a secret…

I got lost in its power…

 

2nd verse…

Death notes when lecturing most killers…

I’m the compass on the page of a Atlas…

Why would they follow me like I’m leading sheep…

I’m not a leader…

I may or may not be psychotic…

Snickering at liers lie more…

I just let you dig a deeper hole…

Dive in it and never come back…

Like my dignity…

Nerves so bad…

I got to sleep with a mouth guard on…

 

Only a matter of time before I’m back behind bars…

I still stay on call…

 

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