@theprofessor,
can man rid himself of his own evils
stone thrones steeples selling forgiviness
depot repo life for livin this
forbodeing fathomed of forsakeness
breakin this
ambillical cord
takein this
lyrical sword
for makein this
more peaganistic virtues
then the antagonistic sheep hurders who blindly hurt u
this fist careing for every person that it hits
this ass not giving a **** where ever it sits
these lungs will take ya breath away
this life wouldnt wanna see you die tommorow so it gives you death today
a holy man right on top of the food chain left ta pray
took the words out ya mouth
whats left ta say
aint nothing that you heard about
aint nothing that youve seen ,
only felt
only dream
cards of fate never shuffled
only dealt
feathers never ruffled
only melt ,when flying to close
ku dos
2 doses of reality to diagnose the fatality
pop open the champagne and toast the formality
to most your validly void
a ghost of a personality i hope you enjoyed
destroyed the android
deployed a canned troy
and fed that little sick boy in freud
i hope ya hungry
dope n money
i hope ya hungry
gippeto was going broke
putting food on the table
for pinnocio's growing oak
i hope ya hungry
dope n money
i hope ya hungry
close ya mouth
open dummy
Copyright@michael dugas The professor Cold lake Alberta Canada