A relapse of History

May 9, 2023

Int:

Uninterested.

Curiosity is room

I never consume.

The table holds a hole, warms eat some wood,

Make poverty again blink. Pinn a clue.

Into reality again I'm sinking.

Notice the opposite of bliss linking.

Squeeze my fist. Dissatisfaction feast

I've grimed crime. Weather negative degrees

Chills on the skin creep to storm from the breeze.

Fresh struggle with fears, bordered by the spleen.

Hell's fog midst. Remind me how broken I'm,

Line with food stamps. Hand on the iron fence.

Sin act and regret react. Enemies hype

I into the ring electrify fight.

This night brings infernos stings. Wound sins bleed.

Ordinary loose, ordinary bruise.

When hood recruits, when food is only loot.

Gone incognito, Hoffa, not Vito.

Hook:

Outlaw, the round road,

It can be gone in a row.

Wage as a mean bite.

Otr:

Stand tall or fall low,

Lies are the cause of my cries.

No more tears to roll.

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