Little did he Know

Little did he Know

When the factory closes
the good old news boys, hustling like
a tale spoken long ago
your own story speaks more volumes
like a girl on drugs, run down by Valium and crack
bags under her eyes
the torn skin and her lips
i crave Z
the she male mentality
not heavy enough the locomotive hobbyist
unsalable items
no where on the list, holding a grunge charged with auspiciousness
loose Change, retard the game
in plain sight
I might return to the once beHolden golden garden
Keith keep's the lard in
nice is too nice
sampled and chopped so it got tossed
hummed and slowly grooved to
small glitches and restless arm and leg syndrome

Confession time, I can't seam to slow down
life is becoming scrambled, one moment at a time
the fear of Death makes everything nullified
conglomerated in to a Messenger message
it's killing me
I am a victim of my own luxury
my greedy showmen-ship is controlling me
I got to be MR. Guy Smiley, but Whitney shoved it all down
where did she take it to?

that's fun if you are the one doing it
churn your ear to the groove
crude is the soul
straight from the heart
the beats and spit
the beautified version of the double sarcasm is getting you so depressed
dressed in exaggeration
triple the soke, the word you sprew
becomes true, like a friend who said fuck you
to you I say do your job
hue's flash new trash in your head it's the new
shit stuck in the homophobic slurs
quadruple your sickness the gag becomes a denial
the grecko roman mingles with the pursuit of a rationalistic mind frame
tamed to suit your Taylor I get more idea's from the blank wall