With all this fakery going
Around
You'd think people would
Down
All the social things made from
Earthlings
But it sings a lovely tune ya days is
Doomed
Most folks shed tears quickly erupt
Society
With their negativity so many adversaries
Just awaiting the cemetery and don't
Worry
Media will have ya shot up more
Than Steph Curry
So hurry hurry one come all soon
To downfall
Standing against the thickest
Walls
Watching the plot from death
Above
I try to spread love but all I get
Is hate
And even though my best friends in a
Crate
Ya got people sittin' on chat rooms in a
Debate
Tryna compensate sympathy ain't no
Sympathy
***** it's a chat room full of
Treachery
And how many claim they living life
Freely
Lying in they teeth I'll sit back a puff
A reef
Those these days is fading away like
Cigs
From piled Ash tray skies is
Grey
Pollution on the earth toxcity
Made since my birth
And what's worse
Folks will see you die and have the
Nerves to cry?
Fake tears all them years hunt their
Fear
Cuz its too many claiming they
Feel
Ya pain when they just in chamber
Dang-
Er zone lay by my lonesome what a shame
Cuz its too many **** fakes in the game
To name