dizasterpiece - spiritually incarcerated lyrics
it’s like…
cycle, cycle
life is so trifled
i skip around and smile, while i b-tch down for men with rifles
moon walk in my dreams, like michael…
travel back to high school
and fight goons who never really liked you
so cold in a snow globe with no soul
i riggitty-riggitty row boats of flow forward from both poles
circulatory – m-ss affliction
gl-ss screens of phantom fiction
bad religions, tax is given
poor man flexin’ while the wealthy investin’
in maximum prisons
what happened isn’t the last of his chin…
i’m glad it isn’t
hopefully, he’ll show up once again and slowly unfold the
progress on his honest track of logic
the key holder is a c-cksmith
locked my hypnotic mojo in a jar in an attic
and clogged it with toxins
pearl – precious elegance, when they finally let her in…
conjugal visit; couldn’t feel it…
soul locked in prison
face went in her -ss to suck out her heart
looked in the mirror, and my glance broke it apart
never quite empty, but far from the start
hercules driven, to bait for the sharks
yo, i’m binded in a prison
mind’s been on a mission
tired of reciting lines to spot the shine, but then i miss it
this isn’t… what you thought it was
or is it?
visits… from chapters that you put in the past came back after
laughter, all i hear is laughter
science and god made me, played me
split, and left me as a b-st-rd
faster, bring that sh-t faster
bring that sh-t back, her -ss fat… i lack fear
the spot in where i’m at is about to be the last year
so i grapple with the bigger stones
but i’m going insane when there’s barely any dough or shows or fame…
cause, what the f-ck am i gonna do when you know who already came to offer?
cause a mic is what i slaughter
tryna make nice on nice, still just getting bothered
the water… ain’t quenching jack sh-t
no lift from that piff
on my last hit
spiritually incarcerated; artificial knock-off of the basic, made pitch… but you can taste it
hoax-propaganda media to make you racist with a side of diet c-ke and some fake t-ts
my g-guide… he sits beside these lines
he be frontin’ as i write this rhyme
in time, he’ll be a steal fence
so i got faith that empathy will team up with what’s meant to be
and collect the evidence in my defense
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