Working Against Rules
Go on and dismiss me You can kiss my ass while I walk away I am here to talk today About Working Against Rules Tempt me And I will empty my tool Hold up! The weapon is my brain Trained gray matter Not steel but still hardened And with sharp words Can dishearten Low or no morale Makes it hard to get starting Apart from having you depart Picking up your parts after your parting Beg your pardon? Nah, there is no excuse for you To choose to act a hoe So now this john will let loose And bruise a joe Average is all you are So to the industry you are a slave Small, can only crawl Flows remixed, roads repaved Mix matched, scratch attempts Limp noodles. And it’s Ramen Not Roman, I can get Raw man. Christian, Druid, Buddhist, plus Shaman God of War, not God of Gods, Amun… No, Amen. Though I toot common But that’s fair Ro keeps on bombing Pharaoh X, sicker than the Saw Man Off liquor, now quicker than law men. I get Strange The establishment is an elaborate hoax It won’t change I don’t have to. Won’t be one who chokes. Fuck rings, chains In gold, silver, platinum, or otherwise That constrain And the real know when a brother lies The rope strains Expensive noose around neck Your hope Cain-ed Sensitive clowns bruised and checked Entertained By constraints restraining you painfully Interred taint With mind frames that show I’m not sane fully Series: W.A.R. (Wordsmith Alchemist Roaming) Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)