Message Delivery

poet talking tough must take a stand poisoned children to put me under thumb the gossip mill of word of mouth learning how to swim understanding genocide living in this predicament its me versus you, versus them time to make a decision time to take a stand we continue doing nothing we're all gonna die trying to remedy poisoned children of an act of war drug campaign is it worth the money to throw that many peoples lives away? not everyone has time to go in undercover find the truth of the soo called chaos and slide the message to the piper blind leading the blind you versus me versus them can't tag the butcher but the slaughter house seems to be my only option couldnt play by the rules over there running away sweaty playing the victom to blindside me the world acts as a team anything i know. under the radar it shall be for all to read learn to swim the message a warning for those who choose to hear it guilty and punished for the lies they believe and the children and families going homeless all thye worlds criminals in my backyard how did i end up a jail house babysitter for systematic emaotianl rapes The message sent communities enforcing rules poison is poison and that is premeditated murder so all along youve been planning to kill me all along they plan on killing you for money for status for whatever so lets play house with big brother your too messed up to keep up to the changing rules we know as swimming metaphorical armies tired of endless punishment blackmailed with blackmarkets and terrorism just trying to live trtyingh to deny they dont plan on letting me I can only avoid it soo long i can only alter what i can i will not accept this poisoning children to cripple parents learn to swim how to bring home the bacon three days for you to hear this message then what it is will be your not allowed to sell my children drugs the jail house a game that you already have beat my last resort as a civilian blind leading the blind to our own slaughter house because survival depends on it cant afford the ignorance cant afford to sacrifice myself to help those throwing me away I'm dead already inside outsisde emotionaly and mentaly the silly games people play the one message you need to hear or we will run away as a society run from the terror whoever they are have succesfuly made us feel The first level of how to belong blindsides you and a game i have beat