What it Takes
• Written by JefeChapo
Emotionally I'm harder than concrete
i never have feelings of regret to keep
sympathy locked deep down and kept discrete
keep sake locked away keys to my fate
empathy suppressed and repressed
sorrow encased in concrete
buried at the bottom of the sea
cardiac cage casted of obsidian
vascular system full of lava and persistence
im never free sparrow cant fly with me
cold blooded reptilian keep your distance
seeds eggs nestlings nothing is safe from we
emerged subterranean terrorize your terrarium
jumping my spot amphibian hustling hard streets on gymnasium
day dreaming need another ambien
never taking another day off again
money fiending pockets on ambiance
my enemies wont need an ambulance
riding in the hearse head shot we dont miss
we'll double tap so we dont rehearse
mental gymnastics gray matter splatter
no lives really ever mattered
pistol ballistics guerrillas going ballistic
been mislabeled narcissistic
this jungle is rather chaotic
I turned my homie to a dope fiend
I don't even feel bad about it
witnessed him turned to addict
im thinking this should feel tragic
hide that pain deep in the back of the attic
my soul infected with the greed
financial prosperity is all ill ever need
in fact your soul sold solely for the green
if hell froze over its why I'm ever green
im feeling superficial and extra special
elevated supercelestial ascension determined
never locked down for detention
not cursed with descension
extraterrestrial taking off in my space ship
conversing with the constellation's
tempting fate Daedalus pushing kid Icarus
lost in a haze searching the maze with my pen and pad
shield and sword important to my core all i ever had
minitour on tour searching for a score a victim to gore
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JefeChapo
Member since December 30 2021