Massacre of Pasadena
Task force set to operative
***** in the cleaners still
And changing is a promise kid.
Positive in cop of talk
I wasn't always positive.
Times at heart I felt so dark
I didn't really wanna live...
But demons in my closet weren't worth feeding even crumbs
When I discovered God exists
Who could I be wrong again
Rather being. Toxic secretive
And closeted
Alright ill find an accomplishment
Worth acknowledging and
Model it...

Swallow hard and solve it quick.
Possibility like God could
Skyrocket me on rocket ships.
I have no cleaning left in the closet
But im seeing bleach bottles
Wash up. In my dreams
From over polishing....
Like street fighter. Did in karate kid.
Or was that mister wax on
Brazilian landing strip
Watch and see if
Vince mc Mahon.
Is raw enough to handle it...

Candles light a manuscript
That reads no amateurs
Enter here its hazardous
And tinder is the mantle piece...
That is dipped in carcinogens
And fumes are cancerous...
Fine laugh at me
You'll choke on **** a real tradgedy
Like cigarettes hard drugs
And naked sun tan
Meets deeper heated versus of reality
Its bad to sun tan
In the sand you'll burn your feet
And get tan lines on your masterpiece
Peace love *** for weeks
Unless you got them banook cheeks
Your still hot like ******* banook grease.
Hope my native women ain't mad at me