Rhymes, at times, come with a line
It creeps together, high, like stormy weather
Shots, they hit & give me a spine
They f*cking better, sipping for forever
Contemplation tortures my mind
Do it to better when I am a header
Burn in pride & burn out the whine
No doubt a fetter, won't say as to whether
Pointless beating over the truth
You care for constructs, not me, what's the use
I don't mind if it's an abuse
Cause so is life, it's such a f*cking ruse
I'll wear & f*cking tear from within
I'll die, then if I'm born, do it again
Who told you it's what you call "a sin"
Your God doesn't seem like much of a friend
They always say it isn't "okay"
But think about it, who the f*ck are they
The same response I hear in dismay
Love and life and everything seems
A fluctuating fleeting sordid dream
So proud to proclaim that you are clean
Cause I see filth in you from everything
The fragile peace that everyone claims
Is not the least bit attractive to me
Attained then just as fast slips away
And I don't care to play that f*cking game
Life love & of it; everything seems
A patronizing dream within a dream
Don't care to brave a life in the clean
Cause I see filth in almost anything