2090

2090

A Poem by Op.T.o0T

                                   Look its two thousand and ninety get thou behind me I know I sound whiney but its been so long.

                                                     Yea im drinking your poison so don’t call the boys in we all have effects from our choices.

                                Everything is extreme and life is a dream every game has a wonderful theme if you know what I mean.

Fortunes a wonderful thing I got some fortune to bring your gonna sing .

                                                                                                             Marry and carry a ring I lied to a beautiful thing .

                                     And its you know dose trays all that everyday something to make you stay your gonna need a grave.

                  All I eat is paste out of tubes I don’t know what it tastes like dude.

                                        I just am what I am and I do what I do,

                                                                          Holler Hallelujah!

                                                                                     Devils gonna sue you blind!

               Thankless and aimless, my bank is its bankless, I I give more I take less, at least I take less then Great thefts

                                                What is the aimless please f*****g aim less I feel like im nameless.

                                                             Im dying in front of a crowd listen miss him and wow.

                                                                                                Listen chicken and cow .

                                                                         Your gonna lose right now 

                                                                     Im gonna break your chains im gonna move today.

                        Listen and listen good im saying the things I should, I know things aren’t so good but I know to rob the hood.

                                                          Im going back to Memphis, I never ever meant to prowl!

                                                                                                          Hog tie heathen and growl! rip tide ocean and clown!

                                  Measuring heart ache and theirs dinner on my plate, nettles in the morning,

                                                                                                          Good lords gonna soar in, if you sleep your snoring.

                                                         And I end in the east feeding the beast things from the least.

                                              Shadows of my overcast day whispers something new it gives me hope.

                                                                              And I give my love to you I know im foolish and god knows im a fool .

                                                                  But im never fully knowing my brains have all been split.

                                                                                                      

 

   


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