Spouting B*^((£$^
• Written by Jayato
Let me open up your eyes upon the worlds I see
Up with the birds and trees, life living fantasy, Gladly
I'll take her hand and reach the galaxy
Shouldn't keep my head up in the clouds, in reality
Aint no Maccabees or applebys
Man are monkeys, I fear for my sanity Every wheres a tragedy
People hungry for wealth, stuck like gravity no health
walking dead amongst the rest, but they hold heads
they protest, from the bottom of the shelf but accurately they make a stand
they listen try to understand the upper hand who feeds the land
why he had to let it go from the get go now my future set in stone, it ain't
generous, actually quite pretentious and obnoxious, the gas he spouts
is noxious it's nonsense, no prospects, no progress, no convex, just tryna
gain subjects, put em in conflicts and make convicts and then try convince
than their grudges hold no substance who are you to judge, you're
bunch of dumplings, you're the culprit, its insanity
They take in kids gladly g, send them of to war loaded with
all so that they can return in casualty and now that girl don't want to marry me
a registered amputee living life low on the battery, got no leg,
but doctor Thackeray, is working at the factory
so my hopes up maybe someone patching me
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Jayato
Member since December 2 2016