Sore feet
Outta beat
Thighs scraped
Highs scraped
No place to sleep
No place for me
Street rat
tired of these writings
modern tithings
dead end jobs
creative consistency robbed
Dwell in brief down time
to express
My hell
stress, sorrows and strife
dissatisfaction with this cog life
Impressions of the false idle
Thoughts of the suicidal
Days never end
No matter the prayers sent
the paths bend backwards
Only whats left
Gets fucked
into a circle
breaking the cycle
would take a miracle
and all i got
black magick and a broken spirit
Pack of smokes
Bag of bad jokes
The american spirit
Can you hear it
Native cries and white lies
Dont fear it
Adhere to the new revolution
Nigger evolution
The subliminal slave age
The quiet cage
all the rage
in the USA
