I’m at the crossroads between the pavement and potholes
Where sing the lost souls defacing apostles
Formerly felt I was fending just fine, but disorderly dealt
I fear I’m at the end of the line
The deep end with low odds on the dead pool, I wade
Pray with the eight-ball, fate is my only defense like the Great wall
But I prolong the slug feast, I’m prudential with the prologues and sobs I put on with the pеncil
These slugs are hungry, rumbling in thе ventral
I’ll put it bluntly for money thugs are mental
They’ll slug thee, leave slugs in your torso, fingers twitching like tryna plead forgiveness in morse code
These poor souls are forsaken by the oro sensation
Brazen, sickle-shaped and foretold
Cp3 or PPD? With innovation, facilitate like the Reagan administration with greed’s decrees
The feudal war; What the f#ck were they really shooting for?
Just another failed project, no wonder low numbers of the old prevailed prospects;
The spies, informants, morbid on sight, it’s heartfelt when the cartel’s going on strike
Concerning pension and 401k, career crooks earn ascension with morals unscathed
In the third dimension, they herding words and sentence some prey
Is it hubris or confidence? Wage war and lose it paid for, that shit’s incompetent
Save for their opulence, paper force occupants to walk stripped of moccasins
They traitors with false dominance
The road jagged, feet blistered, and soon toe-taggéd even if I resist the cold habits
But I’ve journeyed too far to return and go backwards
I’ve learned that the path is purged clean and ravaged, the gurney’s the vehicle they yearn, mean for passage
It’s foreseeable there’s a hundred more meaningful pathways to try to keep our plummet at bay
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Souki Kismet Lyrics – Slug Sprint