Can I appropriate your words?
Fire, Walk With Me/
The no gooders do gooders
she makes me cry no moar
loud more kings more games
do not begin to describe
how razor I can be
tough I can be rough I can rhyme
like a shut the fuggup.
There was a time I used to count the eyelashes on your upper eyelid. There was a time when I used to count the sound of the licks on your back side. Got dahmn, we both know the sound of the wings of just how time flies.
Some things don't change. Thirty years old and you still get to enjoy how pops still fights like. Holy biz, I'm glad like
if I was there I would
make a new song like
dot dot dot
fuck double taps
I will triple up
his forehead
little screw holes
and a bit
of more lead
because he still doesn't understand
if he hurts one of us
he hurts all of us
and what's more is
theonlythingholdingmebackisthefactistherackofpotentialunrealizedonhiswatchandI'dlovetokillbutmylifemeansmorethanthatshitthathesonandIwasgonetheminuteshedecidedwithhimandIwasgonetheminuteItoldwhatshewasonandsheleftmefordeadandImdoneputtingbabytosleepTheygavemesevenyearsIgavethemmyfutureandtheyateituplikeIwasleasedandsoweareenemiestiloneofusdiesfuckyouI can not
I will not
I refuse
the gate of a lie.
Fire up the lighter. Roll toward the surface to air missile. Break toward it and afterburn.
Fire, Walk With Me/
The no gooders do gooders
she makes me cry no moar
loud more kings more games
do not begin to describe
how razor I can be
tough I can be rough I can rhyme
like a shut the fuggup.
There was a time I used to count the eyelashes on your upper eyelid. There was a time when I used to count the sound of the licks on your back side. Got dahmn, we both know the sound of the wings of just how time flies.
Some things don't change. Thirty years old and you still get to enjoy how pops still fights like. Holy biz, I'm glad like
if I was there I would
make a new song like
dot dot dot
fuck double taps
I will triple up
his forehead
little screw holes
and a bit
of more lead
because he still doesn't understand
if he hurts one of us
he hurts all of us
and what's more is
theonlythingholdingmebackisthefactistherackofpotentialunrealizedonhiswatchandI'dlovetokillbutmylifemeansmorethanthatshitthathesonandIwasgonetheminuteshedecidedwithhimandIwasgonetheminuteItoldwhatshewasonandsheleftmefordeadandImdoneputtingbabytosleepTheygavemesevenyearsIgavethemmyfutureandtheyateituplikeIwasleasedandsoweareenemiestiloneofusdiesfuckyouI can not
I will not
I refuse
the gate of a lie.
Fire up the lighter. Roll toward the surface to air missile. Break toward it and afterburn.
