the life of an author is harsh imagine no pen,
imagine being stuck in a pen no conference,
life didnt miss out you missed out on life,

thinkin night tricked us all cuz no more phone calls,
words skip the truth so what im saying thinking how rude,
trying to get your point across like IBM no jews,

working underground for !@(^ SS, hitler crews,
cruise to piracy taking treasures by the rule(youth),
the rule was questioned by the less fortunate,

and now you got a virus stuck in the matrix,
how to leave people to die, how to befriend and lie,
to trick yourself thinking you in, but that very moment,

you will be questioned by the pill,
get blinded by the thrill,
shipping bags out voyager to no frills,

got ill that night when o/d deceived you from the light,
to put this into words wouldn't describe sight,
because if the blind live to see another day,

hope is there for them like brail on one page,
ruthless individuals got hit by reality and now you got individuals pledging for sorority, now how can that be, knowing one seed can make such a commodity
so now you got a show(tv) made of money and lies,

like a script working for CEOS up in the crib no lines,
just regular cocayeena shipped from the (youth labour), sins never admissioned like the books never read, like the colour of your blood, but no Jehovahs witness, just the thought of religion.
when you got the trust on the bill,

everything else telling you no like the milf,
and so your path in life is questioned,
the actions brought upon you, the life lessons,

you are entitled to nothing, money tricked you like honey,
thinking life is sweet, not enough to swallow the truth in your tummy... (birth)