Pill poppin’
Name dropping
Do another line fool
If it will convince you that you’re cool.
Never was my thing,
I’ve felt the sting,
Of the ripples
Created,
From zombies sedated,
Or the fast movers,
Jacked up on the latest fad,
Keep telling yourself you’re rad.
Sooooo sick and tired of people mirroring their bullshit onto me.
Never touched a needle
Unless it was for ink.
Never sold myself,
Unless it was the body of my work.
My art and soul
If I’m a whore than what are you?
And what’s up with you thinking you have the right to pick and choose
Who gets to win and loose
Who gets joy
Who suffers abuse
I’m fed up with the hypocrisy
And fakery.
Two faced
Misplaced sense of honor.
I wonder if you believe the lies you tell yourself.
Love and light,
Yeah right,
All you do is call names and pick fights.
Sorry if my words sting
But the truth fucking hurts.
And you’re in a blizzard wearing shorts.