God hates cons
And I hate God
Damn drunks loiter in my idle thoughts
***Dips beak in Darwinian sin***
It's wack, It's all wack, this disassociation
Rob Rite Aid with no shirt
Cops don't die, they just return to dirt
***Sinks cigarette in pink skin ***
It's wack, It's all wack. disassociation
The state has spoken
By order of the pigs
"Kill the homeless"
Officials decreed
Just copped a rock
Turn up tonight
Bro, I can stop
Whenever I want
Don't believe me?
Shit, I guess it's back
To the penal colony
Good thing
I love prison life
Cellmates come and die
But vices
Have a lasting half-life
You can break your back
For psychopaths
In fancy pants
For bread
Or you can swindle them instead
It's your decision, man
Willingly enslaved
For just above minimum wage
So you'll be paying for your grave
Prison is not a place
It's a cyclic state
That's particularly taxing
On the illiterate
Breaks
In the syntax
"Kill the homeless, now"
In the monarchy
Of your mind
Sex is the sole tyrant
And all peasants must tithe
I will never kiss you again
Never hold you in my arms
All because I was born with steel for nerves
And stone for a heart
Turn up, bro
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God hates cons
And I hate God
Damn drunks loiter in my idle thoughts
***Dips beak in Darwinian sin***
It's wack, It's all wack, this disassociation
Rob Rite Aid with no shirt
Cops don't die, they just return to dirt
***Sinks cigarette in pink skin ***
It's wack, It's all wack. disassociation
The state has spoken
By order of the pigs
"Kill the homeless"
Officials decreed
Just copped a rock
Turn up tonight
Bro, I can stop
Whenever I want
Don't believe me?
Shit, I guess it's back
To the penal colony
Good thing
I love prison life
Cellmates come and die
But vices
Have a lasting half-life
You can break your back
For psychopaths
In fancy pants
For bread
Or you can swindle them instead
It's your decision, man
Willingly enslaved
For just above minimum wage
So you'll be paying for your grave
Prison is not a place
It's a cyclic state
That's particularly taxing
On the illiterate
Breaks
In the syntax
"Kill the homeless, now"
In the monarchy
Of your mind
Sex is the sole tyrant
And all peasants must tithe
I will never kiss you again
Never hold you in my arms
All because I was born with steel for nerves
And stone for a heart
Turn up, bro
And I hate God
Damn drunks loiter in my idle thoughts
***Dips beak in Darwinian sin***
It's wack, It's all wack, this disassociation
Rob Rite Aid with no shirt
Cops don't die, they just return to dirt
***Sinks cigarette in pink skin ***
It's wack, It's all wack. disassociation
The state has spoken
By order of the pigs
"Kill the homeless"
Officials decreed
Just copped a rock
Turn up tonight
Bro, I can stop
Whenever I want
Don't believe me?
Shit, I guess it's back
To the penal colony
Good thing
I love prison life
Cellmates come and die
But vices
Have a lasting half-life
You can break your back
For psychopaths
In fancy pants
For bread
Or you can swindle them instead
It's your decision, man
Willingly enslaved
For just above minimum wage
So you'll be paying for your grave
Prison is not a place
It's a cyclic state
That's particularly taxing
On the illiterate
Breaks
In the syntax
"Kill the homeless, now"
In the monarchy
Of your mind
Sex is the sole tyrant
And all peasants must tithe
I will never kiss you again
Never hold you in my arms
All because I was born with steel for nerves
And stone for a heart
Turn up, bro
Writer: Anthony Clark
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