a lost brain tumour

Accepting my fate as that one consumer, knowing that merely was a suicidal rumour

made me think it out, hesitate, blew up in my heart like a lost brain tumour

should of seen it sooner, should’ve acted quickly, didn’t know it at the time but that was more fuckin risky

frisk me at every fucking airport for lookin fuckin different like damn son look at your culture, there abort. wheres his child support, guilty as fuck but still world court.

we all aimin too high, then fall short.

just another plane, sayin "don’t high jack that, i don’t want to be another passenger!”

like fuck it hi jack, not all of us fuckin massacre, i don’t want to be another passenger.

fuck the mainstream media.

fuck the mainstream sepia filter of truth, despair, substance.

how the fuck does it still fuckin function the assumption that you a individual

fuck your pre judgements. you still stayin invisible the basis the principle is typical like face it.

Im thriving in your silence, I’m the big bearded tyrant like the nicks feared mr. bryant

bathin in the pond of blood lurkin in the depth don’t cut livin life so smoke a bud

weiser than the stupid mathafaka hyped up off that cocaina at the party

pardon me smoke a rifa after party its stated in the constitution nothin ever stated tho.

that was quite extreme tho persuade the mean shine glow in the dark with

Gold chains, new whips, Old names, LSD trips, to the grocery store,

new aims, little tips, all games, just scripts, read by the overly lord

made me think it out, hesitate, blew up in my heart like a lost brain tumour, but that merely was a rumour.