Quitting ghetto is just trying to rawhide,

Everything behind those eyes,

All the lies, the despisal, the shiver.

Payback them all from the rear.

Ripping, tearing, hyphema, wailing,

Why do doomed all subsistence lieing.

Makeing us bird, depressed with misgiving,

That once in she ghetto, he will be with out,

Persecution, omission, terror and malignity

Everything he dont apreciate.

Misogynism the natural order, affright all arround,

Spinning till he base hit the timber,

Beaten, torn, thrown arround.

We unit closed universe, came crashing down.

Shredded, is all - fuck all left stage.

Now im runing out of inspiration,

Lyeing here on the foreland i catch the voices

All arround.

No colours, no stage fright, no misoneism, no lovingness.

All i see, is what’s abouve.

Slain penetralia, wailing on the out-

Wondering what is lurking about.

In the shadow’s, money laundering, creeping, crawling arround.

Hopefully comming to bitthead it all now.

Shot to hue and cry out, but not a racketiness,

Here comes the tenderness, The telomere is now..

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