thought i'd try this out... you know where you make a rhyme and someone keeps adding there own rhyme to it and it keeps going.


truth and youth paid for by your least likely spectator
a lost cause the truth is nothing but a loose favor
your waste on youth with drugs
man aint nothing gonna change us
atleast you tried before you died to make this place somewhat stranger
it aint enough.. look at us... wasted fake posers...
gun toten mother fuckers who act like they'd shoot down there own brothers
act like your life isnt denial hatred pride crashed into one all killin you over.....