Listen to the gender texts you got me twisted... God please listen..
I've been caught with in it...
Product of a body prison....
Thats rotten *** I want it fixed and....
Sway because I'm straying from
The context of a modest Christmas
....
Sloppiness or godessness comes creeping in the toxic mess
Of voices in my haunted head....
Leaving me as opaque as my
Optic lens.. the view of...
Modern pharma stock of meds....
That get flocks of oxytocin heads
To order ******* lots of them....
While some prepare apocalypse...
I'm stuck here in a toxic tonic that involves lots of men... drugs... and chronic dread.... but lots of sentiment....of sweat in bed
Will conquer every chopping block that wants my neck....