Corporate reject leaving pirated feedback of a mumbling degenerate.
Like a Ryan Seacrest to one’s Johnny English, gotta always double-check your prejudice.
The economy is in a deficit that ***** us over more than Jimmy’s speech impediment.
Hard not to be a pessimist when ya get cucked over by the government.
Inflate the autonomy till it impeaches God's Ten Commandments.
Freedom of speech, till the speech comes from a place of malicious intent.
Haunted spirits, left unchecked, hijack the morals of even our best mates.
After all, there is a thin line between love and hate.
Don’t forget, you gotta always respect the deck and protect your neck!

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.

Don’t underestimate the ants unless ya want to end up like Kite.
Reap what you cultivate, just ask France about their revolution plight.
Everyone wants a slice of cake, however there ain’t enough rafts in sight.
That turns desperation into chicken fights.
Commercialized violence, enjoyed by those that worship the anti-Christ.
But get away with it cause everyone has a price.
Just ask the million dollar man, or hell ask his son who committed a million dollar scam.
Oh, ****, folly sure weighs heavily, unless ya rich enough; in that case you just get a slap on the hand.
Golly G, certainly, stress breeds grey hairs almost on demand.
So, instead of going all Claude van dam one better;
calm down with some collard greens, after all there’s better ways to cope my man!
Just remember kid to always respect the deck and protect ya neck for…

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.

Sunflower seed spits, gun for hire, Vibe with Corey shades, knowing he full of secrets.
Ignite the cowards that run for Mother,
Another prideful story, gone astray like Icarus.
That leaves a sour taste in our mouths like some black licorice.
Gunpowder sure exceeds the promise, none the wiser, distracted by ripened glory days;
Of Self-absorbed anointed hubris.
Recite the honours of made-up powers,
Another greedful story, gone astray like Faro Argyus.
Starseed over, I need just one more beer, so make haste, 'cause I can't go without the liquorish.
Yes, this is such a fine ***-hour for a dumbfounded minor wasted into a plastered blurry haze.
Another gluttonous story, gone astray like my dear friend Marcus.

Perhaps this as far as we gets.
Stuck in a lapse; gazing over the white picket fence.
But grass ain't always greener.
For without perspective suckers stay dense.
& get jipped by the cleaners.

Reap the bonfire or heed humility dear son,
Gotta watch out for your own ship or get piled into your own ****.
Brutal truth hits the deepest, calling out the spades of a man-child gone amiss.
Never grateful of the things he gets.
A jealousness that stems from a deep seated emptiness.
Another envious story, gone astray like Sir Topas.
**** Maslow and his needs, I’d rather stay ignorant, never fitting in like a real life misfit.
Stuck in a Mid life crisis, just another midnight with another mistress undressed.
**** consequences and the interest, never pay the piper, let plan B be my witness.
Just another lustful story, gone astray like Kitty Bennett from Pride and prejudice.
Stoke the fire, burn down buildings and towers, remember the fallen, but there ain’t no Batman in our darkest hour.
Just a bunch of chaotic jokers that have decision making powers, ready to go nuclear.
So better say your prayers cause life just ain’t fair.
Another wrathful story, gone astray like…

(Sirens sounds and sounds of bombs going off interrupting my sentence, basically inferring that I was about to say ‘like us.’ But it was too late to say so. Also I didn’t mention sloth purposefully, the idea being I was too lazy to do so.)

Gotta watch for these two-tongued slippery snakes.
The devil presents Prada, underlying his scorched hate.
Stringing fools along like Geppetto, as he be chillingly sipping tea;
For such is his devilish trait.
That turns our once great heroes into pedos; such is the till of the tape.
The type of **** that truly sits with me.
Wondering if being a celebrity is all its cracked up to be.
When I see humans repeating our dark histories.
Such Insane Albert E’s that be getting ahead of their civil liberties.
Pushing the envelope more than baby oil at one of diddy’s parties.
Juxtaposing phrases like hoping everyone comes clean.
For it doesn't take a black light to see the double mean.
**** is disgusting, but such is humanity.

Hold up just a minute as I am spitting this philosophy.
Before you get brain rot and have a lobotomy.
Take a break, have a Kit Kat, or do whatever you need to do to maintain this mise-en-scene.
Mmm… Food and all that, if you know what I mean!

Growing up from generations bastardized,
Growing up trying to cope with these ******* eyes.
How can I grow? Tell me how can I grow?
They say you reap what you sow.
My family has wept, broken and bruised intoxicated by the white man's wheat.
A fire water that still burns to this day.
You can see it everywhere the homeless sleep & the vultures creep.
Such is the state of decay.
That spreads like the disease of a small box blanket.

Face without personality.
Blank as Eternity.
The only creativity comes from other sources.
Devoid of rationality; only follows what others say and do.  
Offended over the truth, so instead denies it.
Makes me wonder if A.I. has truly taken over?

Hands clasped buried beneath the rubble.
Love has run cold.
Faces flushed with dried tears.
Flags burned to match everything else.
Cries muffled by bombs and gunshots.

These are dark days Indeed.
Perhaps death is the only time we are truly free.
Free from the pain inflicted by those so insane.
Everyone is either starved of food or from humanity.
War sure is a terrible thing

The dissolution of the mind,
Bodies burning, left behind.
All may be human,
But none are kind!
Such sickness, we’re wicked.
Taste the apathy of the afflicted.
Such terror, we’re all addicted.
Taste the melancholy, of the anointed.
The degradation of our kind,
Beds are burning, we’ve lost our minds.
All may be human,
But none are kind!

But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.
Seeping through our spines.
Bodies burdened with hallowed eyes.
Blinded from staring too long at the sky!
Thinking God will tell us why?
But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.

The decomposition of morality,
Bombs are ticking, forsaking the gospel.
All may be human,
But none are kind!
Such hypocrisy, we’re wicked.
Taste the poison of uniformity.
Such vanity, yet we’re all afflicted.
Taste the irony of neutrality.
The degeneration of our sanity.
Right is wrong, woe our blasphemy.
All may be human,
But none are kind!

But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.
Seeping through our spines.
Bodies burdened with hallowed eyes.
Blinded from staring too long at the sky!
Thinking God will tell us why?
But we don’t want to hear it,
Even though we can all ******* feel it.