Peers

I'm making moves in broad daylight what's the point of the game
is to win or play right stuck like a stalactite your life's a sick joke you don't control looks like i ghost write you creating your fate verbatim clowns posing as kings kings with crowns they found taking the easy route confused about their conscious contracts and their placement among the population disagreeing displaying their disintegrating confidence level during ignorant conversations launching missles into the middle of constellations constant vibrations got an irritable earth shaking slums of slimy bums congregate on the concrete on Wall Street displaying the disgusting state of a dire situation shits escalating the opportunity to obtain a peaceful agreement is fading yep ships sailing savages speaking homicidal languages throwing wrenches into infecting an already sick system screaming obsecities on purpose in the faces of government workers assigned to my complicated cases ghost hits of dank shit killing cartridges of potent vapors Darth vaders caped crusaders cruising through trying times collapsing infrastructure got us feeling fucked tucked inside tight confines kinda like coffins this haze around my head is constant like the static steadily invading my unstable cerebral cortex pacifists pussy as it gets pretend to be an inspiration to this wasting nation lost inside immature mind's with no kind of navigation grown me suffering temper tantrums neglecting letting things be which brings me to the main point and object of my obsession crossing my fingers just one of the sinners somehow convinced I can get clean slates lying in confessions insisting on convincing the creep lustfully listening with those eager ears comparing the errors of his past to this man's no man's a miracle spewing rhetoric hoping some sticks and forms all forms of ideas inspiring innovation innocultion and innocence obedience inspires fools to print flyers offering hints at selfish desires deconstruction of a dilapidated audience nauseous response you get for responses despair in the air is all that's constant congressman get hit quick telling detectives to dust my dick for prints from the disloyal lover I dicked down under the comfy covers last time he left town unfortunately your whore preformed beautifully my dick was never let down how could it be when that little freak literally licked every inch of me making the most of her potential no hard feelings but I can see how her infidelity may be detrimental to your mental dude balls deep in her ass no lube but fuck I'm convinced she loves you even though she fucks convicts therapists delivery drivers the bitch is hooked on having hard dicks inside her so I did invite her to my bachelor's party cause I know that ho has a bachelor's degree in fellatio if the world's not already a nightmare I'm dedicated to make it so my patience low in regards to retards with low iq fuck these flows I need to connect thoughts In a more meaningful way how can making the truth visible be viewed as criminal my crusade is displayed confidently confidentiality my motives aren't completely wholesome I'll grab a hold of your morals and demand ransom for your values collecting all kinds of kids coherheced by cowards claiming to be in control of situations simply suffering from second hand diseases contagious now air born me not manipulating every aspect of the scene is rare form raining cats and dogs I promise to provide the perfect storm caught up trying to convince all kinds of confused minds to regardless of ramifications fun at any sort of conformity what's in store for we it's certainly an uncertainty fuck the pretenders over compensated to pretend to be protecting and serving me fuck these fleas climbing clock towers during rush hour a depressed demon demonstrating these despicable powers