An The Rest Is Pure Psychotic

Listen close…………………………

 

 

 

The chameleons tongue can stretch to catch food…

There tongues can not guarantee camouflage…

Yet they still eat…

 

Feel free to correct me…

I’ll feel free to to care…

I feel no freedom…

So to live…

I rationalize my inner demons…

 

I’m a cool cat…

 

Black in this white like Felix…

 

I’m backing up the middle man…

Till those invisables kill them…

Those hierarchical three letters…

“In our government…..”

 

In the middle of quick sand…

I walked my way out without a plan…

You sat there in panic…

Taken alive by your own plans…

 

 

“No optimization…”

Watch my young ones start a riot…

No negative speach…

When our breathing air is negitivity…

 

 

What you think is negitivity…

Is the anger of neglected inner city children…

The old burial grounds former slaves…

And Trying to keep up with the rent…

 

 

Bitch you?

Bitch that!

You can’t bitch us!

Then lay down!

Think you going to relax!

 

taxing tax payers is our way of reaping our reperations….

If we wanted!

Shittttt!

We could just take Them…

Shake they banks like dice then break em…

 

To me….

To us…

Y’all outer realm false patriots…

lacking skills to hold us and our children’s, children, children hostages…

No more masters will exist…

soon it will be revealed…

to

the

world…

 

All my mindless gibberish………………………………..