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To the World, ... You!!!

The world made up this The world is the reason we still kiss And fck 21st Century Eden snakes Thrusting with hard poisonous stakes Fake friends smile in your face But behind your back they still smile Cause in their minds is where they try to snipe you Take it to your pssy when they pipe you But in your mind they like you Cause everyone likes either pssy or pipe No one hates it Whether it’s yours or you chase it Real people like you cause They just like you But don’t get it twisted They can like you for your car Or clothes or the money you pimp out like ho’s But they still do like you That doesn’t make them fake Just about fake sht And all this grit and grime That we say we don’t like And run away from We use it as an excuse to call ourselves Worthy to knock on the gate of his kingdom But it’s already too late Cause we’ve spun that fake-ness On another you Right after we’ve cried We still do the dirt That dirtied our souls That put these pot-holes In our dirt “side-walked” worlds We’re all “side-walked” girls Making habits we can’t kick Wondering why our hearts get sick And we aren’t able to love Crying Smell the stench that fits us like designer gloves The same gloves we wear to touch each other So you see why we can never really feel another The reasons we trick ourselves out to any And everyone till we are done For today and sigh Cause we’ve tricked ourselves out to you for no money So we like others for their pots of honey Making the cycle complete All the while wishing we could delete All the spelling errors But going to hell won’t be an error Nor a mistake like those we carve into our Fake friends Cause in the end that’s all we have Until we decide to be real friends When everyday ends we’ll cry sigh and die To the world Fck You!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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