Friday, April 29, 2016

Purging with words

From the bullshit status quo I've departed
A force to be reckoned with is how I want to be regarded
It's motherfuckers like you that make me cold hearted
Disrespect like yours is how this shit started
Everyday I'm reminded why I don't give a fuck
Not for you, him or her will I ever get stuck
There is only my grind no such thing as luck
Won't stop digging until that nerve is struck
I'll ghost write a hit while you ghost ride your whip
Life is something you do not something you get
Respect is only deserved when it's earned don't forget
I have yet to reach my best you can bet

You will know my name and my gain
Since I'm not afraid of pain or refrain
All the same I'm inflamed
With a rage like propane
How inane the disdain
For those who break the frame
Can't be the same or mundane
I'd rather be insane then lame