crimes
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EVERY ONE KNOW YOU COMMIT CRIME
EVERY ONE KNOW YOU WASTE YOUR TIME
EVERY ONE KNOW YOU CUT WIRE
IN A FAMILY BEING A LIER
EVENING DISASTERS FLOWING TO HEART
BY YOUR CRUEL AND UNLOGICAL ART
I saw the trademark on your face the true evil grin and eyes of sin violence covered her body in lace disappeared without a trace I saw the pity the and sorrow on your face Never getting out alive you say how pretty I am with fear imprinted and fr
I saw the trademark on your face the true evil grin and eyes of sin violence covered her body in lace disappeared without a trace I saw the pity the and sorrow on your face Never getting out alive you say how pretty I am with fear imprinted and fr
Why does every planet have a moon? Why can't these words lift up out this tune. Why are there police shooting, innocent kids, like politics are crictal? But this rhymes I'm spitting are lyrical. Guess it's the sign of the days.
Inconsiderate to others
Inconsiderate to yourself
Why so heartles?
Emotionally distraught inside
Emotionally froze out
Why so heartless?
The bully of the pack
Take, take, take,
All you do is take
Give, give, give,
You struggle to give
Feed your children
Feed your people
Allow your kind to thrive
To reach the sky
Allow them to shine bright
Twisted lies and teary eyes
These news titles on the rise
Wrong perspectives, strong objectives
Activists are the real detectives
Police brutality? Our reality?
Families surviving on calamity
All across the nation people are searching for retaliation.
Government officials have fallen into the chains of guilty corruption,
Our endowed right is no longer the Pursuit of Happiness.
This backfires on our economic production,
We the citizens have no wall of security.
There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying
World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling
Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide
Sweaty palms, the itchy insides of the smoky marsh pits,
discolored cloudy eyes with battered Fort Knox thighs,
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie.
Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin.
Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens.
Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
