Morbit
Moss grows on my tears
Orbiting
I seriously have no fears
When touched
I will kill you
The insaine, sain
Saint In my
Own way
I can go every place that
You can’t
Leaving a path in your
Silent rants
Talk if you feel
It will change how
I feel
I feel nothing
Yet I’m reasonable
See that target over there
If you can shoot that bee
From here
You disrespected me
In front of my peers
I’ll
let you live
He missed
I didn’t
The target
Daminished
In front of a crowd of
Witnesses
Lol ,Well, Hypothetically speaking
Just let me be
At sixteen
I bought a Mac 10
A bullet proof vest
Level 13
Remember when so n so
Fucked me over
Plus
My love and loyalty
Said bad things about my mother
Over and over I believe
Well the jury should have called me
“Shaggy”
Cause I told them
“It wasn’t me”
Regarding
My reflection
judged
I don’t give a fuck
I live to survive
I will permanently shut you up
Although I ain’t proud
Of the shoes I once worn
I dream every night about
Old things that I’ve done
Things that happened in the war
The war in the streets
Not that patriot bullshit
I don’t stick my nose in
Other folks affairs
I don’t believe in calling everyone
Not “Cathilic” or “Christian”
A terrorist
All this shit
When America can
Dropping bombs on
Holy Mosqes, family’s and small children
let me kill someone in self-defense
I’ll get a thousand yes
No damn picket fence
From the judge with no regrets
Called a no good gangster
With no regards for human steps
Fuck the judge
Plus those american ways of political respect
Fuck all the times
I was young and the police beat my ass
Black privileged
With the privelge of being disrespected
I’ll die for what I belive in
Till freedom becomes our true blessing
I don’t give a damn who hates me
I don’t preach hate behind a podium
Let’s lock in behind prison doors
The ones you put us in
I fucking bet you won’t go toe to toe with him
Him is me
Him don’t give a damn if him bleeds or can’t breath
Come get me
I will kill you
Sinning
Sincerity
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