HEY LOOK THIS IS WAY BELOW AVEAGE FROM THE RAP STANDPOINT THIS IS SHAMEFUL AND IT SHOWS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND RHYME WITH ATTITUDE HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU COME FIRST PERSON RAP 90% OF THE TIME IS DONE IN FIRST PERSO NOW WHAT IS THIS MAN THIS IS POETRY ONLY NOW LISTEN UP A RAPPER CAN REARRANGE YOUR SHIT AND YOU WON'T KNOW IT AND HERE'S THE FUNNY THING YOU'LL PAY MONEY TO BUY YOUR OWN SHIT AND WON'T KNOW IT LOOK HOW EASY I REAARANGED THAT HOMEY ITS LIKE MY SHIT GONE PLATINUM AND YOU WERE THE CREATER HA! HA! HA! HA! THAT'S LIFE HOMEY




The teenage wage weaned as Mcy D's--HELL I GOT A TEENAGE WAGE AND YET i'M KEEN ONSTAGE TOY WITH mCY d'S
paychecks set fast pace for sinners feet.----PAYCHECK AND STAY WRECKED WITH SINNER HEAT BUT AS A WINNER COMPETE AT A FAST PACE BU MY ASS GET CHASED

Bleeding eyes linger through set fingers----i'M FEEDING THE SKIES WITH BLEEDING EYES AND YET PROCEEDING WITH LIES ON MY MIND
applied by the brute cries of loose triggers.
Hell's creation runs the barrel of desperation,
barreling out of control through our destination.
Metal fangs seepin down into gentle stains
as our daughters scream are drowned in cellophane
Tears near at sore eyes to gasp, sun dried
as rats gather near the cracks to snort the lines.
We're truly forgotten... Our truth assumed.
'We're fine' lies a rising breed of Youth Entombed.