prophets and profits

i hate this world.
-Kid Crack
-beezy-

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[beezytwotimes]

Critiques are appreciated,

seems like a complex cuz this godless slave

tied a chain to his neck

I’ll end this quick

I hate this song.

PROPHETS AND PROFITS

Now what did you learn?

ohk..and where are you goin?

good good now what’s LOVE got to do with it?

[beezytwotimes]

Sweet. That’s all I’m here for. So don’t feel compassionate for an inadequet adolescent exiled by the reverend and commited to pretendin I’m faker than hell and heaven bumming for a blessing anger rises with the sun setting not sure what kind of ending I’m requesting Here’s a toast to beginnings and an ending waking up to these thoughts is depressing but I got lost in the jesting my heart withered away after numerous failed weddings

[beezytwotimes]

that’s what they say but when they ain’t around I think too much but my mind ain’t around It ain’t around (x2) Sadness levels at 95% percent the other 5 kept me sacrilegious tryna make sense with my uncommon knowledge oh my head hurts, this book brings promise To the watchers and listeners events in particular seem a little fictional but who am i to say it is Just another lost kid who repeated history by declaring independence am I fit to teach or preach? my blue vibe make you appreciate yapeeps

[beezytwotimes]

I’m broke and broken at your doorstep with a mouthfulla demons Living for the hour, time’s such a sequence sucks the order that we suffer has been written Took control of my future now I’m geekin is this honesty instead of relieving? who am I deceiving? Hopefully the judge he hit me with a charge, turnt my slick into sludge Slow down, maybe you need pills to kill those sounds block head, your worlds round whatever you lost, you’ll find it in a cloud

[beezytwotimes]

switch, switch mimick my memories, you meddling pigs I try to calm down but I’m rushed out the crib so I’m roaming around with a life unlived I don’t wanna live like this but I’ma be iight I headed home to where I don’t know I doubt I’ll make it out alive Anyways a long mysterious lane lays ahead of me stuck in the cut, smoking trees under trees with portees, fourties, serene suicidal dreams I hate this world it’s CREAM I’m amused by the theme to breathe it’s crazy to believe in invisibilitiy

[beezytwotimes]

so let’s say it all before role call which road do you choose? I ask my shadow the short slim narrow or the life of an adult? rich chick give me lip quick I lost my first kid so a knife’s in my ribs when I’m lightin a spliff worryin about an itch I can’t scratch. Oh scratch that: don’t dwell on this cigarettes for the healing death on the tip of my lips: a speedy delivery I’m questionin it addicted to suffering and loneliness fits is this a cause and effect product of environments

[beezytwotimes]

I stopped drinking my words ain’t slurred in the twilight evening and since I ceased chiefing, my friends keep leaving I’m stuck in a circle of sinning and repeating My only motivation is deceasing at 25 buying time with a dub and nickel playing poker with devil I wonder what he’s dealing (a handfulla pride for) An empty cavity fulfilling a destiny unfit for the unwilling cold flows cause goose bumps chilling truth when you on the slope doin bumps with a ghost ain’t supposed to be here no ways