Brain on a different planet didn’t even plan it, brain on a different tangent and I don’t even understand it. On a new level cause I built up to it, on a new level and I got yawl to thank for it. Bringing substance that isn’t corny but is really honest, strangling the temptress that wants me sell out and take narcotics. Like I would want to be brain dead, and if you think that I’d risk it you must be a bonehead. Classy taking out these ****** rappers that are anything but dapper, I’m not a ******* nor am i Yornica yeah I’m a native go figure. Who knew they still existed, but hey colonialist ******* tried their hardest. What is a culture when the culture has been stolen and who owns land that’s already inhabited hmm good question. Extinguished family teachings so the next couple generations lose connection and our proud identity is fleeting. Beating ourselves over it, beating others because it’s hard growing up without mothers and fathers yet people say get over it. It should be apparent that those who never had parents wouldn’t be able to parent. But apparently we should just get over it, ******* ******* for our land, race, culture and beliefs were taken away so no I can’t simply get over it. Religion seemed like a good thing because we also believed in a creator, but these supposed holy people turned out to be as evil as ******. No wonder indigenous people have a hard time with believing in a all mighty deity, who let people destroy everything we had like so much for its Devine protection and security.  But ***** it we should just get over it right, and if you say that again ***** you best get out of my sight. Get over, get over it, it’s dead and gone yet still to this day natives are on the other side of the gun. Hands up but it don’t mean much, I said hands up but it don’t mean much! Get over it, get over it, I swear I didn’t do ****, but get over it, for you just being brown means that you must’ve done it. Hands up get on the ground, got us all lined up and in chains awaiting to go to the pound.  Hands up get on the ground, but you best beware who you kick around. Everyone’s got a breaking point, and I don’t know about you but I hate being at gun point. Get over it, get over it, it ain’t worth it so stop it. Get over it, get over it, just drop it and forget it. I’m sorry but I can’t simply get over it nor will I get over it!

Face is ill and filled with hate trying to facilitate vassals as bait. Perps pet fate by perpetuating crime rate, and they so unprepared and shocked when they get their court date. But being a pro takes a toll but that’s just apart of my daily protocol. Give Ben a drill and if he get a headache get him some Benadryl. Is any of this real, cause it is a real pain in my *** for I feel more persecuted than Israel. We all spin this distorted wheel, and we all give in to distorted ideals.  This just gets so crazy like schizophrenia, hasn’t it come clear to ya that reality is an unusual phenomena. Edge your hate by being educated, getting hella drunk on alcohol and wondering how it all magically evaporated. Frozen status, frozen madness going in like mad max aborting you like you a fetus. What the funk got my tongue out like I’m about to do the Jordan dunk. What the hell is up with you, I would tell you but I’m too busy man as I got a lot to do. Socialist views you probably look at me with a negative lens on the news but whether or not you listen is really up to you.  Simple lies symbolize several slides of slimy sneaky snarky callous human intentions throughout their lives. Cyclical intervals got us going in circles, clinical irrational rotting thoughts parade our brains that make us unethical. Suffering succotash all these issues make me wanna get some hash..browns hold up sit down be humble before one gains the crown. Blundering balderdash swerving in hoping not to crash, and it sounds easier then it is so don’t bash me cause I’m like a one man stampede just like vash. Everything is a metaphor do you get that ***** for its just all a election for another **** in office to ***** us over and give us *** sores. Family structures becoming like the dinosaur, for we have no time for them as we to busy fighting in the money war. So expensive, unrepentant, unreflective, so offensive and uninventive. Such is our demented state of mind but it’s to late to take a rewind and remind ourselves of the morals and values left behind.

On the lake side, sitting right by you!
Got you flowers and perfume with a ribbon on it because your my boo.
And as the mist glimmers so do your eyes.
Some say love is nonsense, but when I’m with you love is something I can’t deny!
Never felt so vulnerable like a puddle in your arms. Each photo is a memory to add to the album to hold onto like a lovely charm.
So tap your toes, jump out your seats, belt out your love and may it never depleat.
Woah-oh-oh yeah and I know it takes a lot of adjustment but trust me it’s worth it!
Let love be your guide, let love become your outlet, let love be something you never forget. For love is like a equinox, it’s particularly splendid and magnificent just like everyone of you!
So don’t quit or throw in the towel for love takes time to become undeniably true.
Let love light up like a lamp in a world so dark; all it takes is just a single spark.
On the lake side, sitting right by you!
Wearing sandals, holding hands, and gazing at the moon...
May our love forever bloom!
So tap your toes, jump out your seats, belt out your love and may it never depleat.
Keep on fighting for it, and never let it escape your reach.
May our love be sweet as a peach.

I got a concupiscent for her callipygian.
My cupidity to you to be with me is exceedingly.
I'm a cynosure of love.
You are the antidote of my angst.
Your idyllic but hold a suave like grace.
I'm may be hedonistic but that is human nature.
So give me a chance.
You wont regret it; I promise