03.45pm
April/22/2017!
***
Success mistaken. We being misled
Past's forbidden. And your present ahead?
Deception to future, dark figments' it feds
Life ain't no easy, if "will-to-live" is being dead
where's your passion? Is it all fred.. ?
... like you & your life? - everything, yo instead?
Love be so mystic, already misery it bred.
Ecstasy it brings, thou' illusion came next.
Don't ya get shackled by the thoughts of your head
Love's forbidden. Unforgotten, your lad.
None comes around when you need 'em, behead
Words from 'em mouths, they only fuck crack
Crackpot nincompoop be their DDDDDD-dad.
Betrayal real shit. Traitors, their zed.
First they damn need you, then do forget.
Your life's mistaken. The world being misled
If life was so easy, it would never be dread.
No friends. & no foes? We'd never regret!
Fuckya damn life, you put 'em on vat!
I tell ya one story -- the story of gal
She wanted some money, oh hell, she got paid...
... the night she enslaved to the men of the graves
Grooviest, their greed with no creed, yes she pled
thou' nothing she got, but the money in bed.
Thrown at her face. At her body, so sweat.
She-eh-Sabrina got paid; left with soul nae unsaid.
Only tears in eyes. Dried mascara gone wettttt!
No shortcut to dough, money ain't no your lad
She trusted in money, money took her to BAB --
"What's eh-aa BAB?" --- the "Brothel-Ah-Bunk-bed".
And yes, she got paid with the feelings o' regret.
Left so abundant in MOM? --- the "Memories Of Masquerade"
Money's shit can drag ya to hell -- to the canal, unwell
cos, success... mistaken so is love being misread.
The prostitution of heart be boulevard brothel in bolw-eh-rk
Strippers walk down. And creepers are glad.
Money's bitch so is life being... misled.
Success mistaken? -- Ah... not again! Cut the crap!
***
No comments:
Post a Comment