look...i been busy...

But i've Got my verse, just couldnt get to a comp to drop it
so i got it written by the date...

i'll drop anyhows

I'm little fucked...Thats tru...but that shits expected
especially when your parents Run N'leave you rejected
i've been round the bush...more times than a curious dog
And seen shit i shouldnt have...
...like santa gettin hit W/ a yuletide log
Like lifes a bog...and its tryna drag me down...
but not just me...most whom i know are Clowns
A chemical genaration...and were not getting high on life
We're Trying to be cutting Edge...but using a blunt knife
Not paying the price...we arent thinkin of the effect...
I just waste my life...trying to write this unique dialect...
feelings i cant direct...so i indulge in my mispent youth
Because i'm arrogant and dont wish to know the truth
That when my life ends...I'm saving the children of tommorow
The genepool's a library...and i'm not wanted for borrow..
This fills me w/ sorrow...we've declined and all generations will follow
So there obviously isnt much hope in the fight...

...to save the children of tommorow



...Pz.