We live in a bent world with warped philosophies
But this aint a lent rhyme about social atrocities
Cos I aint Socrates, I don’t study the world today
I talk about the direct living designated to my way
Yes… there’s families afraid, but it don’t affect me
So why worry about others when my life isn’t free
Im not content to be, another case stud-E… citizen 1E
That’s my district… but it aint me… im grade A
I aint rump…. im here to stay, like im caught on play
Only not repetitive cos my sedative varies by day
1-minute im annulled… the next on a route to stray
Try to delay but the maze thickens… so lose my place
Cos the human race is literal and we all want to finish
And diminish the rest that contest ya… try’na win it
Ya can bin it… cos I refuse(refuge) to live within a bubble
I burst it cos im porous so absorb all the trouble
Cos Im double six on the dice, half the high, rolling twins
On a binge to consume most things, to the minge
On the fringe of another plane… where the insane dwell
Yes… the domain where im heading is hotter than hell
Cos it’s the start of a life sliced up… so will it end well?