ROOT

Never felt like a part of the plot, been apart from the start, so separated, so tart. Sat at home, sat alone, writing poems. You can tie a rock and live in my dome, like where the fuck is the phone? til it rang, and I answered it, Dang! Took a chance w/ her trust. You can bang pots and pans w/ it. It was that tough, so rigid and stiff. I forgot I'm living dangerously, live with your prints. Cause you trust one, trust two, trust three, for? Then you must lose, bruise, cruise, bust free, done! Cause it ends, say goodbye, make amends, maybe cry. Never that, I'm keeping distance of where the fuck I'm at. Go ahead, call me Cold Cheyne. Just thinking the old way. I wanted to beat his ass to fucking death w/ an old chain. I live in the same frame, a brain of a stray, and could give a shit about warm milk, I'm looking to stay. But I can't, cause they're leading me to believe that I bounce before they dip. Skip town...Come and see me now. You should see me now! A machine, I'm like ten feet tall, living breath, make them all fall down. I'm a monster…I'm a beast,I'm a poison, the author of wild in the streets. I'm alright underneath, but... I got thick skin. You only hear the chaos when I open my teeth. I get manic at pacifists, masochists smashing this, capitalists’ raps spreading fast,like a cancerous crash. It's gigantic and I won't have a hand in it, NOPE! Keep a mother fucking hole in my shoe soul. You can quote that, that's people with broke backs. And who that paying like 20 bucks for a mesh hat? Look around, they look back, with intellect vale hate. You think it'll be lighter with all of us lifting the world's weight, But it ain't!Never felt like a part of the plot. Been apart from the start.CAUSE I'M NOT ONE OF THEM. I find the ones w/ the heartbeats and I strike back w/ reason.