Never Returning

Pain and Hope.

This a hard knock life,

Like a high jacked flight-

Smashing into the towers-

We'd never forget the aftermath that night.

Enemies head's on pikes,

We moving like a pack of angry bison-

Shadawloo, Psycho power like M.Bison.

You wanna fight?

Then we're going all in-

But f**k chips,

I'm leaving teeth chipped and busted.

You looking yellow now- like a pack of mustard.

Who's sick?

I'm motherfucking terminal-

Close to death enough to be f**k buddies,

And yeah, buddy-I've done some things that are considered ironic-

Save the world by demolishing it, that's my thought logic.

F**k probability,

And nobility.

You fool's should know that money is not my Achilles's.

I could do without it-

I'm bout it, bout it-

Like my soldier's got No Limit.

Mortal Kombat Fatality-

DONE before you even say "FINISH".

Diminish those who want to be my enemies by nipping that bud-

Like the cops stealing weed to sell on their own streets,

I'm a messed up authority.

Funny, cause they say there's no more racism,

But I'm still a minority.

F*****g with the world, and I'm far from horny.

You b*****d's think you're the s**t-

But you can never out do number 1. Constipation.

Aggravation at an uncaring nation has teens raging,

And you're wondering why we're getting more psychotic as we're aging?

Doctor's gonna have more overhead paging,

Once s**t hits the fan.

How many of the youth don't give a damn?

I mean, I was one of them-

Who only had chaos in my plan.

And since then, I've teeter tottered.

How could I save the world when I'm junk to my father?

Used to feel like another bother,

Wishing that my deceased sister would have switched places with me,

So at least they'd have a successful daughter.

My eyes water,

At the thoughts-

And my progress feels like moss.

At night I toss.

You can eat s**t like tossing salad.

But now your argument's invalid.

I don't need a palace,

I just need a place of peace established.

Bless me, Lord,

Before I unleash all the pain I've stored,

And my dark core fills my thoughts with venom that makes Spiderman's nemesis look like cake.

Nightmare's while awake,

For Heaven's sake-

I've got too much at stake,

To have a fall from grace.

I want to be the sword in the angel's hand.

You want the weapons for a stand?

I'm that black market.

You need the drugs to get pass the pain?

I'm that street pharmacist.

F**k the others pulling strings like a harpist,

I'm beating them like drummers on a snare causing a mosh pit.

Release of poison and pain,

For hope and supreme reign,

Growing self-esteem back like bald-men using rogaine.

I'm breaking the chain, like I snatched it.

And I'm never returning again, b***h.