kilgore786

We trip mushrooms get high
Do kickflip backside tailslides
spitfire all night
so our words melt mics
Indulge in twilight delights
And incite riots
Of this spaceship earth
My crews captains and pilots
So abusive violence spins
The less than silent gears of the machine
Nowadays You can only win or lose
Theres no inbetween
To some we seem obscene
Because of our virtues
Less than theoretical chaos
Will reach out and hurt you
So What I served a few kids
With battles and rhymes
What the fuck is it worth if these the end times
So scattered minds try to find
The sense of it all
The systems unable to be stable
So from the cradle we fall