Get Manic
• Written by KRIMINAL
I started this game,
I ain't gonna' disclaim,
I could be in it for the fame,
So quit playing the blame game,
My soul is lit, i set it aflame,
So that the haters' shit, could never try to tame,
I ain't a hypocrite, If i say it'll happen- remember my name,
I ain't ever gonna be the same an-d' no matter what I -trans-mit,
don't need a per-mit, i just hit sub-mit,
Do you think i care,
Who owns -this or... who goes -where,
I just dismiss, and crawl back to the lair,
Years back you believed that the world was fair,
I don't got nothing to spare, so just stare,
But i'll glare, give you a-nother scare,
It ain't my fault you accepted the dare,
Now you sitting there, expecting me to share,
What i earned, shit man, ain't you learned,
You live on the streets, i spent years not saying a word,
But it's absurd, that money is what you think you deserve,
Go to your family and say "I need you to observe,
what is me, i barely got enough to pay the bus fee,
don't be greedy, or you will see, me living in the debris,
remember when i called you mommy,
i need you to look at my body and tell me it's a normal body,
and that somebody won't make a harsh judgement or summary calling me shoddy! "
Time to get manic,
telling y'all to not panic,
Let the crazy out,
Let the daily lazy log-out,
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About the Artist
KRIMINAL
Member since March 22 2014