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You're so far away from me and I suck trying to go slow when I know
I wanna snatch you up, bail you out, and take us to our new home
It's hard when I'm alone in the shower - I can't hold you quite yet
The closer and closer to you I slowly break through your barricade walls
Balancing this weight on my shoulders like Atlas before the world falls
Astral-projection - I watch you from the corner of your cell
Crying in anguish so silently - the other spirits can't even tell
Being a witch is both a blessing and a curse
25 psy-abilities we've had instilled since our birth
Indoctrinated, deceived, false news, and the list goes on and on
Everyone's right when the conclusion is everyone's truly wrong
For millennia they've been spoon-feeding us the same song
And we're all conspiracy theorists if one dares to say they're wrong
It's the repercussions of the world thus far we've destroyed
And we're not even supposed to show any emotions thus unemployed.
Self-sufficiency, trading, merchants, and an eye for an eye
Instead to avoid mass panic from the damage of the current lie
So millions and millions live and die without ever knowing the truth
Threatened, coerced, told you're straight out a Liar - no proof of this
The law enforcement operatives are the poison ivy running thru wrists
Everyone who's ever crossed my life - has been inconsistent & ditched
So I figured out early in life there's sacrifices of becoming a witch.
The witchcraft world is a favor for a favor - whether poor or rich
The intent is what makes your Magickal holographic doors stand out
But nobody just automatically assumes what that's about
Instead they'd rather fear it and drag it's innocent name thru the mud
I wanna throw a massive pipe bomb in the world - whoops it's a dud.
I wanna basement finished up to the T -
Where I can have my pervy sadomasochists life underground silently
Hocus Pocus & the mysteries of the dormant cosmos we're in, capped
Mix, match, scrape, boil, add the baking soda right on in 
The periodic table of elements to allow stupid suckers to adapt.
This broke-ass nigga with his ed-up fedora hat. With his zoot-suite swag and his name written in lights in bold - 85 percent of Hollywood's untold. But if I was as psycho like modern humanity living in the streets of LA in this instance, I'd create a diversion and execute a bloody battle in the quickness. Abuse of powers. Corruption from within - and the ing invisible elite - everyone will one day will sow what they reaped. So much of this peripheral vision on these spectrums of reality humans can't see - cuz they'll need a high priestess/sorceress just like me. But, no, everyone's afraid of lyrics like sKitz' - time to check out what hookers are missing persons or just ripped. Chasing the whores who've had cheap heels on all day, through the forests, mountains, via Green Bay
The urges are screaming at me, rushing me through
To find a victim as scary as you
My concoction, my mixture, elixir - my cauldron brew
While I sit and watch the show, as it burns and peels skin from within you
Screaming in agony, I drop my sound-proof electric cage activator
Like the button Harvey Weinstein kept inside his desk - masturbator
Locked within islands, snuck to, forced underground, ty disguise
I wonder if I went undercover in the Philippines how many pedos I'd find
I'd make the entire country shut down - they'd ing resign
Oprah Winfrey trafficked thousands of children under age 4
Cuz their parents put the children on the streets cuz they're poor
They'll sell their kids - boys and girls alike - for thousands if not more
Abuse at its finest - behind locked international district red XXX doors.
As we've proven - time and time again - our government can't stand the thought if any of human brain was 1 IQ point higher in than any of them
First phase of gangstalking - their isolation plan delving right on in
The sheer number of snitches the mafia of law enforcement possess
I'm willing to put big numbers on that -- bet.
The lost world's art mysteries - the false timeline of carbon dates
As frustrating as selling weed - figuring out a nigga just stole your skates
I've always wanted to reenact Catch Me If You Can in real life. If I could be a doctor, a pilot, a lawyer and some more  - I'd ride that wave til as long as I'm allowed to without a quit. Souffle marshmallows, unwanted dick pix from psychotic, sociopathic skinny white boys from the cheesehead ing state. Horrorcore, murda rap, imma kill you kill you ing kill you. I've never had a victim escape. Any time they try, they're too ing slow or too late. My life is stagnant - I'm skipping through these dead-end dreams
My heart in my chest is crumbling and busting through bloody seams
The deliberate buttons of th entitled seem to intentionally press
Ricochets and reverberates the shrapnel - busting through my chest
I can't tell the general direction of the fence she sits and ponders upon
Forces a barricade between us - staring at these stars lying on the lawn
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