Oh she doesn’t love me, the world’s turned wicked, makin’ me earn chips makin’ me burn bridges/ how will we ever cross the water now, we used ‘em every single day but never thought about the slaughter house/ I see the streets and the sidewalks crack, where the shells sit and I walk past/ simpletons, insidious simians, these murals are the temporary tats on the city’s skin, yeah
Oh she doesn’t love me, relationship due south, I step on her daily her skin wears my shoes out/ every day she grows older, but I steam roll her wrinkles and exfoliate with bulldozers/ peel the skin and let the bright light scorch it, she did it to me first now my lifetime’s shortened/ my eye sight’s poor but my hindsight’s poorer, I’m not her Spirit I won’t fight crime for her/ I’ll wear a coat to protect me from her cold breath, no trespassing turned free for all (protest)/ the leaches and parasitic creatures are grotesque, mother can’t control what’s growing on her own flesh
Shit I’ll bring a bar of soap to the block, you see a little spark of hope then it’s gone/ ain’t no flower bed with new bark mulch in your lawn, we’re all nothing return those particles to your God
Oh she doesn’t love me, the world’s turned her back on me? Now I’m back on Earth to turn my back on her/ shut the light out, close the aperture, we go so fast it hurts and grow so fat we burst/ salt the pavement, break the ice, salt the wounds it’s pain this lady likes/ as soon as I understood that it became alright, she’s masochistic and doesn’t want us to save her life/ now how we ‘sposed to react to this thought, huh, we don’t react we just go back to our jobs/ high as fuck from the factory smog, numb to whether the end happens or not
Where's the rest of your blog, Mihali?
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