Inching toward oblivion
These people want me playin middleman
To middle men
Dismembered %99 of members belonging to 1%ers
Perforated the American dream
Cracked the apparatus dastardly schemes
Sought social status outside the daily anguish
golden ladders that climb to heavens patio
Grow bold
Pat god on the shoulder;
Classic antics
avid madness
Laughter manic
anxious,
Pranksters

Providence scours atlas
Asks where’d he go?
Took that gold,
From the angel with the gilded wings
Sold its weight fed my brethren, there goes my soul, that warhead what a hellion

One foot in your mouth
The other climbing out your grave
Can’t be saved when you’re disintegrating


Sittin on the toilet
Loitering
Low level energies dispense through the bottom gland
Botched your plans
Like Doom with the MetalFace
Mad flow makes you grow nervous
Facial expression: that of hearing revelations pertaining to you in the sermon

Warhead be the version of you
You could never be
Cue the self-hatred, revelry
no existing rivalries
Low survival rate you see
You plead for me to
Ease degree of lyric
I spare no vowel
Notice the heaping mound of thrown in towels in the clearing
Heard you bought your style on clearance
Subpar gets no play in this hearing
You’re interfering



I’d enlist to destroy what you’ve been trained to engrain, how then would you learn to think with your own grey-matter
Refrain from staining the pavement with brain splatter
ignorance blisters, excretes Puss
Your thought process be homogenous like pasteurized milk

Who represents disinterest
In this clique
Dismissed bitch
Disenfranchised, dissed
Cause the ish you spit
Gets no love from this syndicate

Settle in
To settlements, reservations
You marked mass graves in
Marred, stained with
Coagulated blood
Rained long lengths
Land tenure
After forced displacement

Unearth that spiritual torment
It’s your debt