"One in a Million"




time to change the dials on the clock
            looks like melt to me
      blue elders older than they want
                long to live forever
                         in young bodies
            looks like dream    
  pound for pound we'll bury you
              whoever you are
                    and we're crazy enough
                             to do it
       splatter your brains with a 357
                 walk away and leave
                            your precious coveted things
                                in your pocket
                                in your ground
             for the scavengers
  then on we go to find another blood pumping skull
                trained killers ****
                    socialized anger spills
                           on to the newspapers
                                  front page
                      looks like your paycheck
                          will never end
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       we all blame them sometimes
              curse them
                     hate them
                          pity they
  only exist as a conditioned human consciousness
                          shaped and made
                 looks like only 1 in a million
                       is genetically forced
                               to be them
                                    and they
           feels like 2 year old being told no
   looks like normal where we are
                here here bravo
                         the trigger gets pulled
         then squint in the mirror and ask yourself
                      why did I do that