Sore in the morning
My body aches
Tremmers down my spine feeling like an earth quake
Put my right foot down
My left foot strides
I get out of bed ready to take lives
But nobody's that stupid
Even pigs they keep their step
Wouldn't want me to notice that their looking at my strap
Im not playing games
I don't run with dogs
I smoke herb and drop acid when I'm stressed at y'all
Your chest is pufed
Your nothing but a speed bump
When I'm done here
No one's gonna need you chump
Ive got a place that I'm going
God on my side
I get out of bed ready to take lives
But no one is that stupid
Better keep your step
Even Lucy knows
I'm here to make things better
Best
******* test
But I'm a winner
Hand chosen to be born bussy, seems to the world that I never do anything, from my cell in taraferma I'm as big shot as the best, without the wasted time on self serving crimes against the spirit, I find it's rather easy to keep up with all the low life self acclaimed wannabe demonologists who pretend to rule this world.
If your ever wondering how all this chaos remains in balance the answer is magic, its not good or bad, people are good or bad, if you ever wonder who's winning have a cup of tea, really take a moment to enjoy something you enjoy, if there is no such thing we probobly need your help, to make this world a space for you and those like you.