SUBTERRANEAN LIFE STYLES...
...glad i'm not fixed to this wall/border of silence...transfixed by the sub-divisions that numb your mind away to become a tool of "their society"...
THOSE LITTLE TRENDS...they are hidden everywhere...WORSE OF ALL, it never stops by age: THE RICH WANT TO BECOME MORE RICH, WHILE THE POOR BATTLE THEIR LIVES OVER MISSED-WAGES...
...AND I WAS BORN OUT OF FILTH...my step-grandfather was a millionaire...
...and...and...i don't like those perfect white-smiles that sparkle like mirrors from those dentures...
...I CAN'T BE A BARF-FLAVOR OF THEIR "EXTRAVAGANT-CONVERSATIONS"...
...i tried it all before...but...they are all pretentious snots showing off their "little" goods...
...i lived the snot life...i lived with the snot people...I LIVED A LIFE FILLED WITH SNOT...
...and now i just want to toss out every degree that i earned out the window: THERE IS NOTHING THERE...
...sort of just content that i am where i'm at...doing the same old duties in this warehouse work with nobody to bother me or anybody i "feel" i have to impress...
...SORRY, HONEY...BUT...if you feel that money grows roses to where your nose is really at, you better have a will made out for your distress of agony...
...THIS IS WHY I AM OWING UP TO MY HOMETOWN THESE DAYS...i love these street-smart girls that know the life of poverty...it drives them to bleeding poetry...
...LOVING THOSE SMILES I DON'T HAVE TO EARN BY DOLLARS...
...AND, AS WE'RE FEELING SAME: the sheets we share together will make history with no apologies accepted.
...glad i'm not fixed to this wall/border of silence...transfixed by the sub-divisions that numb your mind away to become a tool of "their society"...
THOSE LITTLE TRENDS...they are hidden everywhere...WORSE OF ALL, it never stops by age: THE RICH WANT TO BECOME MORE RICH, WHILE THE POOR BATTLE THEIR LIVES OVER MISSED-WAGES...
...AND I WAS BORN OUT OF FILTH...my step-grandfather was a millionaire...
...and...and...i don't like those perfect white-smiles that sparkle like mirrors from those dentures...
...I CAN'T BE A BARF-FLAVOR OF THEIR "EXTRAVAGANT-CONVERSATIONS"...
...i tried it all before...but...they are all pretentious snots showing off their "little" goods...
...i lived the snot life...i lived with the snot people...I LIVED A LIFE FILLED WITH SNOT...
...and now i just want to toss out every degree that i earned out the window: THERE IS NOTHING THERE...
...sort of just content that i am where i'm at...doing the same old duties in this warehouse work with nobody to bother me or anybody i "feel" i have to impress...
...SORRY, HONEY...BUT...if you feel that money grows roses to where your nose is really at, you better have a will made out for your distress of agony...
...THIS IS WHY I AM OWING UP TO MY HOMETOWN THESE DAYS...i love these street-smart girls that know the life of poverty...it drives them to bleeding poetry...
...LOVING THOSE SMILES I DON'T HAVE TO EARN BY DOLLARS...
...AND, AS WE'RE FEELING SAME: the sheets we share together will make history with no apologies accepted.