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Everybody's got their nack, their gift

of gab, their hussle their flow.

A lot of folks just follow along with

who is in the spotlight glow.

It's all for show. The tie and bow,

The dress, the smile, an actors roll.

The Hollywood mile is like Death row.

One last high,

put your dope in the crack bowl.

What ever makes you more comfortable.

You can go ahead and stay in your

fantasy zone.

You can keep on building your bunker

though it's not gonna stop the

radiation from your stupid smart phone.

Everybody's Scarface or Al Capone.

There's chaos and disfunction

everywhere that I go.

This world has gotten colder now

the Son's become unknown.

The Light in the heart of man is

growing weaker and more dull.

Tongue's that thirst, will be the first

and the worst to curse and moan.

Break the sacred urns of

ancient cursed dust and bone.

The purest is the surest of that

which cures us has been shown.

The King of Worms, a succubus,

has usurped the Throne.

People practicing behaviors that attract

a blackness that lacks compassion.

Dancing in and out of doors that

lead to a counter productive reaction.

Actions gaining traction in

momentum as we lose more time.

Adding a subtraction to the

things considered yours and mine.

Nothing's left behind, when there's

nothing more to gain.

Nothing is the emptiness they put

into your brain.

Nothing is the outcome when no

energy is spent.

I have nothing more to say and

there's nothing I could implement.

If you hear me rapping,

I'm just playing with my mind.

If you're still waiting for something

to happen...

Nothing you will find.

Everytime I score a sack, Get some

dab, or score some 'dro...

I wonder, where did we go wrong,

pushing posion like meth and blow.

Where do we go? Where do we go now?

It's affecting everyone that you know.

Sweet Child is on death row.

Someone's gonna die,

Tie the rope to the flagpole.

Whatever makes you less accountable.

Cutting in front of me... Like your time

is more valuable.

You can keep on thinking your shit don't

stink bro... It's not gonna stop you from

smelling like an asshole.

Zuckerberg's a basketcase, and Elon's

a drone.

There seems to be the case these days

of, who is your clone?

The planets gotten warmer, or so that is

what our leaders say.

All the damage is from the farmers, not

the corporate sludge, and toxic decay.

Amoungst the first, groomed and nursed,

Rehearse this perverse new normal.

Submersed and coerced into a life

that is immersed in occultist ritual.

Biden looks like he should ride in a hearst,

It's hard to tell when he's immersed in

children's hair.

Widen the gap between politicians and

crooks, and put a tranny on Vanity Fair.

Over reacting to strangers, and lacking

self confidence makes you a snowflake.

No, I'm not taking about individuality,

but you're willingness to easily break.

When I say action, you're reaction

should be to do just as I say.

Start a class action lawsuit against

secret factions that want to take our

rights away.

Nothing's left behind, when there's

nothing more to gain.

Nothing is the emptiness they put

into your brain.

Nothing is the outcome when no

energy is spent.

I have nothing more to say and

there's nothing I could implement.

If you hear me rapping,

I'm just playing with my mind.

If you're still waiting for something

to happen...

Nothing you will find.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor

December 30th. 2022 ©