Are you a slave to the fast life?
Lined up in a drive thru for fast food,
Even though it tastes bad,
And a little overpriced?

Are you to impatient to wait,
For something to be cooked right?
Like rappers who rush a verse,
But can't get the hook right?

You'd rather hear the beat,
While they preach in unhooked mics!
While the poor outside,
Can't even afford cooked rice!

Faces covered in ice and soot like,
Kids in Russian factories!
But at least the rats eat for free,
And I'm the cat that cooks mice!

Did you know dead meat,
Gets more heat under the bun?
Like wack emcees,
Turned fake G's under the gun!

It's depressing when one gets in their feelings,
Like teeth in need of drilling!
The gold grills on,
But there's no flame when their grilling!

Stealing because the propane tank is dripping,
Afraid to refill em!
If you investigate the chicken,
Notice that the heat is missing!

Like a pussy bleeding raw,
When the chicken pox is itching!
Claws get to digging,
Telling everyone keep their distance!

Tweeting out like messenger pigeons,
Symbolical messages hidden!
85 listen to 5 hoping to hear one of the 10 percentage!
While negatives blend in among the living!

Now their whining and bitching,
Pissing a trail of ignorance!
Listen in!
For their hundreds sound like ten percent!

With Majin Buu temperaments,
Because just like him!
They blow out pink clouds,
Whenever their tempers vent!

So hold this L!
And i'll wish em well!
Let these reptilians hiss in hell!
Chucking coins in the devil's wishing well!

Lets ride the river sticks,
Like a coaster wit no rails!
Singing "hello from the other side",
Waving to Adele!

While a thug,
Breaks down a fake blood like sickle cell!
With parent issues that apparently,
Go deeper than diving bells!

And hump back whales,
With broken fins n ponytails!
With fake extends for broken ends,
To hide the fact they're losing them!

Because many come out real at first!
We welcome each n every verse!
Once was cool that quenched our thirst,
Is dryer than up the wicked witches skirt!

Dryer than tires when they skirr,
Dryer than gunpowder I spark up!
To make the fire work,
And open your eyes up like at first!

Well at last we've reached the future,
After fucking up the past!
And presently I am bored,
After listening to these tracks!

Like telling women we love their tracks,
Even when they look like trash!
Too distracted by ass,
When she bends over n asks!

Even though the real shit is bomb,
And the fake shit is wack!
When money gets in our palms,
Like two cheeks and a crack!

Our mental states disarmed,
Like a veteran from Iraq!
Who tries to pick up a pen,
While choke artist grin n laugh!

Though he writes better than them,
And those who listen in are not paid to pretend,
That his words are not hitting them!
So the jealous plot on killing him!


© Kevin Blue

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