A Desolate Duality

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a sight unseen like sierra nevada turning green
sounds of sustained pain spark straight through the brain
a grain of shame in the blood of the teen
this nitty gritty kid is about to hit the scene
sustenance, seeking food within the game
im boutta speak my name or spit lyrics similar to same
im sounding mean
no fuckin with me and dont fuck with my team
ill stick you in the ground like a stake through a vamps dreams
i act just how it seems, want a bottle? biotch please
ill smoke you up if you just get on your knees
but i aint the type of guy to fuckin say please
my mannerism dirty like the devils used sheets
soliloquy sounding like satan on the beats
just back down now its time you meet defeat
blood sucker like a leech body givin off heat
hundred dollars down before you ever touch my weed
depth of thought constantly causes my mind to bleed
but i concede
the united states was built on top of greed
would you believe the rich recieve more than you can see
and possibly youll never know what it means to be
looked up to by the population in front of all their screens
i hear the screams
of many who sit in the lights beams
elevated generation, expressing themselves through internet memes
kids poppin mollie sippin lean
to numb their thoughts for real they hear it in the music then
they go to cop a feel
they love the highs never low until theres no cash, start to steal
from their friends and then their parents fate is quickly sealed
after that the ladies kneel just for a couple bucks to eat a single meal
psilocybin in their minds reality just starts to peel
chemicals control the lives of many children start to deal
make a couple tax free dollars they love the life upon em
money laundering
keeping cash in the mattress stacked, crimson thoughts keep ponderin
obsessed with money drugs and women to keep fondlin
cant seem to keep away from a life of wrongdoing
who they foolin
minds so numb they dont realize when theyre droolin
same for the girls and bitches theyve been toolin
mechanic function minimal, all the help refusin
infinite list of poisons that the world has been abusin
in the veins in the blood, sca=ratched in stone and thrown in mud
they longest finger up say they dont give a fuck
til the cops have em cuffed
they break down, no longer so tough
they take a look back and say ive had enough
then the withdrawal comes creepin down the hall
and takes you by surpise
it went from fun to now i need it right in front your eyes
slowing to a crawal your heartbeats barely there at all
lay in your bed for days so ityll catch you when you fall
into sleep into death the pain will make you just bawl
also never knowing if youll ever stand tall against
the people who saw you limping through the mall
sobriety sounds more immaculate than the taj mahal
but you cant build a tempole without laying the foundation
which is taken out from under you when your record shows evasion
hands high to a nation
where youre supposed to be free
but with a dark past cant work a gas station
traffic tickets an abrasion, felonies cause incarcerationc
 
 
they throw the tarp over those who happen to harp
start to realize the hark of the heart
is to burn the art, ala' bogart
sneaky substances sustaining the flowchart
a part stonewashed and floated out to sea
what was not meant to be, always seemed to embody
shoddy formidable figures, flying low to the flicker
of the bright light, one night easily tripled
contact with water and rippled
it tickled, imagine if it giggled
causing the mind wriggle, im trippin, slippin
into a frame of alternate reality
a desolate duality, lend to vitality
lyrical brutality, finish, fatality
Got quite the question pondering my mentality
a figurative ,in all generality,
do I do I liberate singularity?
nah i found morality bestowed it in bucket
i said fuck it, found a piece to fit the jigsaw
a soliloquy scribbled on scattered scrimshaws
weakened and belittled they dribbled beneath the surface
lurking for purpose, cautious of the furnace
a stale sea of serpents, perked over penance
a signaling seam on the grins stretched over their faces
blood traces and smashed vases, a cold case never placed in phases
a legal basis tenaciously praising
the war is steady waging, wi
 

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