IRC-Galleria

__There is nothing. No
education.No family life
to open my
Arms to. You'd say that my
job is today, yet gone
tomorrow.
I'll be broke in a gutter.
I know the opinion. A
broken record. Fuck you
and your
College dream. Fact is,
we're stronger than all.
You're working for perfect
bodies, perfect minds and
perfect
Neighbors. But I'm helping
to legalize dope on
Your pristine streets and
I'm making a fortune.
You're muscle and gall.
Naive at best. I'm bone,
brain and
Cock. Deep down stronger
than all.

A sad state of affairs. A
crippled America. A pipe
dream
Buttfucked. Immune.
Stronger than all.

A lament for a rookie
officer, punk ass weak
little lamb.
For the mob, truly, does
rule at this particular
time.

We've grown into a
monster. An arrogant,
explosive motherfuck.
Hard as a rock. Shut like
a lock.
Finally, the president in
submission. He holds out
his hand on
Your television and draws
back a stump. It's too
late for some.

Far too late.

No more holdbacks. No more
paying a cops paycheck.
Let him
Bust his own child. The
son that heeds my word and
smokes my dope.
The daughter that sucks me
off and snorts cheap
anything.

Hail Kings. The new Kings.
Stronger than all.

A simple process to
legalize. There would not
be a choice but to
Take our side. Be there no
question of certain
strengths. Know
This intention. Forever
stronger than all