Crime's time
• Written by YourPsychicLaoshi
It's 6AM, I haven't been able to sleep.
The beat, the words, Am I the black sheep?
I though I wasn't just a matter of time.
But is it? Sometimes the only answer is crime
I feel so good, I feel so alive.
I'm thrived, and in it's consumption I dive.
And it's getting up the scale,
Before it was at houses throwing bee hives.
Now there's dead people.
Knives.
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YourPsychicLaoshi
Member since January 21 2014