NineTwoFive

Enough with all the jokes and the funny gags Tell Uncle Sam I need my money busting out the duffel bag Louis belt, Gucci Suit, 40 acres, and a mule to boot I need boys in blue switch target start to shoot at you I need house up in the hills Can't waste life in a cubicle I need to clean the blood from my cuticles Start preparing for my funeral Camera pan to the puny few Dumb, deaf, blind 85 what to do with 'em 99' momma gave birth to a foolish one Wide-eyed big grin Think the world be for the taking Perception shaken Strings played with by Gepetto Pot call kettle black Niggas lost the will to live Well so have I Brain splat on the cement She swallow semen I tell her I can't love her I battle demons Against my better judgment Abandon logic Don't my ask my reasons F*ck your treaties Performing treasons We half decent We leave you breathing For new horizons I got your back I'm no Verizon I'm no messiah Promoting violence I duck and dodge the sirens I seen the matrix beyond your iris I wish for islands to cultivate my kinfolk I wish for profits to multiple by tenfold I wish that life could be so simple Thoughts while working nine to five I wish my life could be so fucking simple