What Thoughts?

Thu, 09/18/2014 - 18:37 -- Tinted

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85282-1629
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33° 23' 23.1288" N, 111° 56' 3.7104" W

My thoughts are lost deep within plain nightmarish dreams.
Lyrical ryhme schemes for fiends, I, by, my, very self could take your whole team.
Hype, like a school yard fight, kids fighting for the classe's respect.
High like the top of the sky, I fell from the high rise, before I hit the bottom I stood still in time.
Knowledge processed through intellelect, performing intellagence, big time universitie selling it for the right price.  A+ on your test so you can end up living nicely.  But really look around and think to yourself how likely that is?  Stars turning dumb little brats into big money, they don't need nothing.
Who needs skills when you could live off momma or daddy's something.  I ain't bluffing I speak out in proportaion, kids drinking, smoking, and snorting, sexing, failed testing, and abortion, see it on T.V and start adoring.  The futures looking dim, Jesus can't live because we can't stop the sin, don't pretend it's YOUR fault he's dead.  Drinking too much blood, eating too much flesh.  We can't see the blind nor can we hear the death, I guess we'll just keep sinning till there isn't a life left.

 

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