There is nothing. No education. No family life to open
my Arms to.
You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow.
I'll be broke in a gutter.
I know the opinion. A broken record. Fuck you and
your College dream.
Fact is,
we're stronger than all.
You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and
perfect Neighbors.
But I'm helping to legalize dope on
Your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.
You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain
and Cock.
Deep down stronger than all.
A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dream
Buttfucked. Immune. Stronger than all.
A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb.
For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.
We've grown into a monster. An arrogant, explosive
motherfuck.
Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock.
Finally, the president in submission. He holds out his
hand on
Your television and draws back a stump. It's too late
for some.
Far too late.
No more holdbacks. No more paying a cops
paycheck. Let him
Bust his own child. The son that heeds my word and
smokes my dope.
The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap
anything.
Hail Kings. The new Kings. Stronger than all.
A simple process to legalize. There would not be a
choice but to
Take our side. Be there no question of certain
strengths. Know This intention.
Forever..
stronger than all.
\M/
