You didn’t give a __ about that women you slept with. You “man” only cared about yourself. When you lowkey forced having your way When you lied about slipping a ****** on When she told you- “don’t place a seed in me because I’m not on birth-control anymore.” She cried her heart out towards you cause she felt like it was a safe place. Yet, you didn’t care bruh.
What is responsibility to you? What is accountability to you?
Itch those *****, player Itch them red raw Bleeding?, who cares! Embrace your oozy pores Itchy itchy morning rise Scratchy scratchy nights Give me a show I'd like to forget Make me close up tight Itch those *****, giant manchild Itch them to completion Whatever you got to do, do During itchy and scratchy season
the long, long night has finally given way to brightest of days a sunscape of a sky
superstition is dead and faux spirituality they took all the bible thumpers out back and threw up ropes as high as their hopes for what comes after this life
they'll see soon enough
poverty is abolished and hunger is a problem of the past they lined up the bankers they lined up the hedge funders and stock brokers and let rounds loose dropping faster than the market they once manipulated
and the merchants of death were given what they sold a tomahawk, a javelin, and an a-bomb to be sure
when we root out the cancer that has slowly enveloped our domestic landscape, to lay down fresh soil to lay down new sod