Spew The Venom

The world makes no sense, like setting up camping gear when you chill in your back yard.
Utter nonsense like saying you but your staff ain’t hard.
Imagine if the world had as much smarts as they have stupidity.
The world would be dangerous, but they’d rather live in idiot city.
It’s fucked up but that’s reality that happened on September 11.
Three buildings destroyed as pillows of smoke arose to the heavens.
365 days of one year ends with the beginning of the New Year.
Day one starts with the same events of the previous 365, a time of fear.
Times square, millions of people crowded to watch a ball drop.
Big whoop. Think we’re indestructible, hmmm. Think again. September 11 proves we’re on the bottom, not on top.
Tragedy strikes. It surprised those who protect, save lives and fire fight.
Risking their lives to save others makes them the heroes, not being in limelight.
Too many chiefs, not enough Indians. Nobody wants to be number two, they want to be number one.
Lips planted on cracks or cylindrical structures to advance in life. It’s like modern day life, always on the run.
God blessed me with a sharp wit, knowledge, and a venomous tongue.
My pain sneaks up on you like you’re over hung.
Strategic attacks with deadly blows, very venomous.
Relentless rampage with a wrath that’s endless.
Have you ever noticed that there are states of servitude?
Almost five centuries later, wonder why we have an attitude?
Notice how people in positions of power always b***h and moan.
Can’t help you haven’t reached puberty yet and I have a natural bass tone.
Full of anger. What? You don’t know s**t cuz you don’t have a clue.
The same events of 2001 will occur with interest in 2002.
When I’m angered, walls and buildings crumble when I’m in ‘em.
The king cobra’s lose and I won’t hesitate to spew 100% pure and deadly venom.