Discouraged the opportunity
You go to the doctor with a broken arm,
Taught to fear the daylight
So you buried your head so far in your ass
Cause the worst thing someone
told you was to be yourself
Now patiently necking a noose,
standing on a block of ice
Which bears a striking resemblance
Of a familiar acquaintance
of tears without raincoats
But if you build a model,
does it make you a mechanic?
A marathon, run your lip,
that's why never shy to apply
MCs to slick their coats by
Dimming from the spotlight
Blending into the scenery,
running from no place to nowhere
On the road to mass acceptance,
we've followed your trail of events
Wake up and smell the carcass,
although none should resist the new way
Grinding their teeth hoping
that their gums turn gold
Say no to the sacrilegious,
no score for you scrubs and scrimmage
You suck to be successful with iron on
pimples and fake beauty marks
My fingerprint impression's
sticky like candy on carpet
wash my hands, won't discuss it
the prowess you prevaricate
Truth decay from prisoners of yes terday
Just throwing ashes all aboard the sinking
ship of a fake promise overrated
Exasperating on dry lungs,
now your past is a good book
I violate your validation
And if I fell off, it'd be from rolling out
Awakening from the corns of grief
These lights I want to vomit,
Entrapped by a frail sense of security
Achieved when misguided tribute lost
The plot read from us lost
The horror of its own reflection
Motivation laid dead for nothing
Procrastination held back,
more people than smoking crack
In the fate of mind, you can be the man
Roll like a cape in front of a fan
Made out of a towel as you
Hate to save you from yourself
It's an ever -encountering in
life's series of various failures
To stay young is to draw a blank
So I wither onto the decrepit decay
You dulled the blades so I'll
Demise with a discharge of applied velocity
Blaze with a brick on the gas pedal
Move their feet like flintstones
Received by compliments so
Either it's wonderful or worth nothing
None are no longer deceived
By the virtue of false intention
And confronted with the same enthusiasm
In a wounded plea for a glimpse
That makes emcees blind from the glitter
And most got into the music to get laid
So if this is eroticism for
Then let my barnal lick your fingers