Fuck the world till it spins on a broken axis,
Wait thats not mine it's just spit with open passion,
That I wrote in action so now I'm just quotin that shit,
Like a tape recorder I was raped in order by nova scoatian disasters,
Shit even my past hurts but I'm steady steppin forward,
Screaming "FUCK THIS WHOLE WORLD" like I was already stressing four words,
But hey it's your curse just to even know me,
To see me be so lonely hoping only you would hold me,
But only the homies even fucking know,
Cause to you I'm just the phony homie at least thats what they told me,
But Fuck it I'm cussin like there aint no tomorrow,
Hell without this paper there aint no words for sorrow,
even if they're borrowed I'm still up to my knees in debt,
I'm still weak in regret to see how she was streesed,
I guess it's no longer a problem like there's no prolonging a father,
But I was born a true-form martyr in luke-warm water,
Fuck the world with every ounce of spirit in my chest,
To clear it for the best you'd have to hear it in the flesh,
Just to feel it in my soul I let my spirit unfold,
Fuck this whole world is the only story that I'm told
My lifestyle requires me to live unselfish,
But I was that way to begin with,
And no matter how much I insist it,
It seems my forgivness is endless,
So I give into the inches of senses that witness the business of quittin,
This God damn restirction with your broke flow and a brake to caller her "bitch"
Until my confidence disappeared like an Oklahoma State scholarship,
Honors? shit I'm only an honest person,
I've lost on purpose begins onkly my problems worsen,
So I stand outside cursin like wats my sin side's choice,
Screamin outside using my "inside" voice,
While my pen glides silently I'm inside rhyming see,
My penstyle's been wild before the inside crime is seen,
I've been in this gutter cause I'm slow and strong,
Like wats the use of life if it's takes so damn long,
Fuck the world with every ounce of spirit in my chest,
To clear it for the best you'd have to hear it in the flesh,
Just to feel it in my soul I let my spirit unfold,
Fuck this whole world is the only story that I'm told
My head is swimmin with thoughts where I'm literally in strain,
I've bled this venom with the energy of rain,
Through the misery and pain I continue on the backstreets,
Run forever like track meets,
Run and they'll never catch me,
At last we get to see who is the biggest liar,
Who can run this race and finish without gettin tired,
I'm sitting wired to this pipebomb,
Sitting in strain getting the blame like I'm wrong,
I know I'm not even though I won't admit,
That I'm broken with this chokin bit in my lower lip,
I roll a bit in glass shards with open slits in my broken wrists,
Then squint at the smell of the acid that I soak em in,
I hope I win but by the looks of thing I'm gonna be last in four ever,
Like I rap in 4 letters while screamin down this chasm rappin forever.