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I drown my sorrow in words
Drowned in nothing but adjectives, metaphors, and verbs
Gotta be crooked to understand me
'Cause my thoughts slant and curve
Trying to infect my new host with wisdom, the new cancer
And if you didn't know by now hope is not the answer
But reaction time is
This is for me and my generation's kids
'Cause we barely have someone to learn off of anymore
Tried to tell me riding people over is how you score
What, speak louder because I seem to be deaf to bull
Noble and honest ways are how I'm going to get all of the cheese and ritz
Certain individuals make me sick sometimes
Judging people no matter what the race is if they are trying to pass them in line
Something that should of been checked before it reached its' prime
This is my Word Slaughter
Fighting for beliefs stronger and harder
The new smart World order
