Mentally challenged on a daily basis, preventing me talent to prevail.
we status quo. Faithless drones.
Wonder what it takes to make this go?
I hate this flow, oughta take it slow. But hey ho.. Ay oh.
That's the way ya like it? No!
So.. lets change the tempo to your satisfaction.
Bass down low with mathamatic action.
Precision building with decisions yielding its very own permission.
Shielding any penetrating doubt, this is what they call demonstrating clout.
I'm remonstrating, shout isn't in my vocabulary.
But if its the only way you'll listen and I'm about to do what's neccassary.
To establish an understanding of what they commanding not asking, damn well demanding. We on our knee's, begging! Please! Show us your humanities.
Vanity has taken its throne. Sanity resides inside all alone.
The worlds gone crazy! I'm just mad but that don't phase me I'm something bad.
Gone good. Perfect representation of mis-understood.
Just anuva presentation of what I would, if I could. Worst thing is, I know I should.
Like a bear in the woods, I've pooped and I've stood..
No-body else can see except red riding hood.
Its something like a fantasy. only the few, glance at me.
With more than just transparency.
Seems I'm done apparently, I've ran out of words to advance with glee.
And ya don't wanna hear it...