legacy of extract meat in the street

ITS NEVER TOO LATE

FOR FATE

Get with me

It’s meant to be

We are next to be

A legacy

Of ecstasy

Poets come and go and die

I need you by my side to stay alive

I’ve been up 

And I’ve been down 

And I fucked up and lost my crown

I had a home they stole my throne

Im left alone a rolling stone 

I’ve been on bottom

I’ve been on top

Love’s the only thing we’re got

To keep us breathing

One day we rot

One day we’re god

The next we’re not

We met tho meant to be meat

On natures table for worms to eat

So let’s not compete

Keep me complete 

And I’ll make art the world will see

No wrong rhymes its the right time

I’ll nail them down and blow their minds 

Ill fill the world with wondrous art

No bull shit about broken hearts

No  songs bout being torn apart

No dirges on drugs causing demise

No set self on fire suicide 

No wrists ready for a slice 

No pills to sleep eternal nights

Nothing but the best in life

Smiling kids and shining wife

Real good food nutritious drink

Understood with just a wink

Tons of cash money no problem

It’s all puzzles let’s just solve them

Baby you’re my missing peace

And yes that’s spelled with A and E

Get with me

Its meant to be

We are next to be

A legacy

Of extacy

MEAT IN THE STREET 

I’m little fucked up 

I’m psychotic

Got a disease baby ?

Well I want it 

Get up in that pussy

Drop dead and haunt it

I got crotch rot and flaunt it

Take a little sniff then bitch

I’m gone with the wind yeah 

I farted

Smells like world war three started 

But it’s harmless 

I’m only armed with bars 

And it’s unconscious 

I can’t stop it

It’s endless

These senseless sentences 

Like prison life

I’m locked up in my own mind

The dark night

Take a hard knife

Cut soft slice

Of cold ice

Get your nose right

Blow like the wind

I’m a high kite

A flying drive by

Come down like

Sun light

I’m night fall

And day break

I stand tall 

Why they hate

They gave me a break

It’s right here in my skull

I’m cracked up and frightful

Got no time to fight you

I’m sorry. Psyche dude!

I’m here to drop bombs 

And fuck moms

A stranger with candy 

You want some?


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