Facist dreams, what do they mean?
What have I seen?
Who have I been?
Fuck your King and
Fuck his Queen
This land is toxic
And I can't breathe
Basic bitch, but a bitch
Ain't nothing without
A song to sing
Face it bitch, bitch
You're nothing without
My swag to swing
Racist movies, depecting
Predictable enemies
From certain ethnicities
Derogatory, hidden inbetween
Every back handed compliment
They're giving me
No irony, I wish they'd chill
And take their thoughts off of me
I turn you on
You turn me down
Whats so wrong?
About having doubts?
You turn me on
I turn around
What's so wrong?
With having something to shout about?
What's so wrong?
Oh leave it out.....
I said it wrong...
Oh leave it out...
I read it wrong
Oh leave it out.
- Author: Edthepoet ( Offline)
- Published: July 7th, 2019 13:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
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