So much trauma held inside
Might wiggle out through the toes.
So much drama on the outside
I’m doing trauma to my nose,
Feeling like Sonic in the lows ,
With a rockstar painted nose.
I’m using my loud mouth like pac man
To poetically romanticize what I can’t stand
To eat the coochie like a homeless man’s trash can
Pulling fishnets like white trash man
Fingers in the middle and my tongue in her ass, man.
I can’t stand
Too long with anything I’ve known
That’s two Ohs and ya know; my minds blown
White trash tatted on my arm,
Should have got in on my ass.
Y’all are shaking yer heads but
I’m shaking in your classes
I think I need my glasses
Whiskey cubes end up being ice on asses.
In the palace we make passes
The traps for beating asses.
I’m tripping off the gasses
like acid.
My fastest
Won’t last this
Probably should be the last hit.
No bro! A piece of me says no
And another says go
One says fast
And one says slow.
How far can we go?
How do I even know?
And where did my mind go?
Back to the east side yo
Ballin my fists like a caveman? No.
Simply ducking out from 5-O
But they stay on my mind
As I wait for them to find me.
In the middle of an actual wiring
They tried to sew us all shut.
But rage speaks through the slut
That says “go daddy” ha! Yeah so what?
Hate me
But you still can’t make me..
Take me, but you still can’t rake me
Over all the hot coals
And expect me not to steal every one of your souls!
This one’s for hoes
Who send them foes;
We put em in holes.
There’s nothing coming from ya mouth
With ya new chest holes
Ya corn rows bleeding on the curb of the sidewalk
I’m grinding gangsters bones like kids chalk.
I hate all the talk.
But walk the walk,
And still think nothing like them.
Where the fuck is peace, warmth and comfort?! ~~LVBtCAW
LiberVay Bor-t Cristo Alumbre-Wei
