In the mind of a gangster, I'm stressing and repressing the lyrical words/ and climbing and climbing to get higher/ 'cause this world don't know me, they can blow me, till I return.
I mock little ingrates who test my patience/ alleviation nation injecting whatever satiates/ the wicked flow of virus that Burns through your mind/ with boredom hoarding more sordid things for some, unlucky, to find. I cap my tolerance at maybe/ I might have a baby/ cause I fucked so many women who just wanted me to go crazy/ raw dog and bail other wise they wouldn't have laid me/ this is the Neo apocalypse where apathy is the way see: a lot of mother fuckers they just sit on the line/ and success is too much work for the bitches that are fine/ so they take what they want from a cat that's willing to give it/ no love or emotional contact/ "this is life", they say, "live it."
Pretty little biddies stake a claim on romance/ but you know they won't take chance, they just want you in their pants. A spiritual world where we devoted to violence/ and the reciprocity is good people devoted to silence/ I suppose it's all about, "just do what you can"/ and be careful not to die when you finally land.
It's soft as sand paper in the depths of my heart/ maybe one day I'll wake up to see people whose hearts work and start.
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