Its Greek To Me
I have skeletons in my closet like Yale in its campus
with satelites in outter space like CBS has cameras
scrutinizing humanity like anthropology with no apology
unifying the insanity of lovers of wisdom with my philosophy
i´m a firm believer in dressing to impress
blowing your mind like wind in the flesh
my skull n bones symbolize death
they call me neckros
laid out to rest
but brought back like i was retro
i close my eyes, pray and hear an echo
its just me and Theos building
¨Save me from the villians¨
Dameon is the pnuemonia of a python
its a breath of fresh air when I write on
the notebook, the page, the line i put my life on
i call it Greek
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