Pressing on
No telling what’s
Ahead of me
This sh#t will be the
Death of me
I’m telling you
It better be
I don’t wanna outlive
My penchant for
Shredding beats
Could stay on the couch
Smoking loud till I
Fell asleep
Instead I’m spitting
Superhuman feats
So incredibly
Writing gives me strength
A feeling of ecstasy
And I don’t mean that
Methylene
Dioxymethamphetamine
I’m talking about
The real sh#t
You feel in
Your energy
Been a bad year
We could all use
Some inner peace
The world bears down
With a heavy pressure
Killing me
We just try and drag it
To the best of our
Abilities
Doesn’t really matter if
It’s rude R
Or friendly D
Both send the military
To decimate the middle east
Why else would they be there
I know they’re not defending me
Would love for once
To see
A president face penalties
Then I’ll write a happy song
A symphony soliloquy
Greatness with the lyrics
When I write I’m
Never wrong
Hatred I can’t hear it
Through the volume of
My song
Flying through Corneria
Arwing full of bombs
Launching new material
And murdering the boss
They ask
Hey Slap wanna smoke
Some bomb weed
Is Stonetoss a n#z#
Is Cyberpunk shoddy
Do thousands get slaughtered
By both of our parties
Killed at your home
Cause the police are awful
Or dying for Chevron in
A field full of poppies
That’s a yes if you
Follow and copy
I don’t leave the house until
I’m altogether glossy
If you ever see me sober then
That’s obviously not me
Use caution it could possibly be
An imposter
Doppelganger
Zombie
A Spaceman from Roswell
I do not agree that
What ends well is
All well
In fact I’m waiting for the day
We break loose
Like all hell
Good luck
A phrase I don’t trust
Everything is obviously
Positively f#cked
Remembered to save
So I’m still in the game
Super FX Chip
Instilled in my brain
Pixels displayed on
Infinite planes
Just look at all the
3D rendered little
Bitty planes
Flying around like I’m
Fox McCloud
All these random bots
I keep knocking down
Wolf and Andross hella
Talking loud
Until one by one
I cross them out
It’s a difficult path that
We’re walking down
On to Sector Z
There’s no
Stopping now
All these awful clowns
Keep popping out
Of the heavens looking
For peasants to
Boss around
Almost makes me
Exhausted, wow
We’re lead by filth oughta
Wash it out
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