Woe The Beast, Woe The Lamb.
Everybody ain't yo friend, children gone die.and motherfuckerrs gone lie.
People sipping the drug ambrosia, crack, molly and Percocet, a bottle of Hennessy.
Dancing round the fire high as on perimeter beast abounds.
Shit so gritty it makes a grating sound as the sandman shuffles around.
Flames racing pon man synapses, flashes of light falling dappled by the leaves.
Haters snarling encircle we, lurking in the shade, camouflaged and hidden, might be your best friend, might be your cousin.
The path while clean may not always be easy to see, gotta stay on the yellow line if you wanna survive seen?
Physically and mentally seen?
Piles of bones reminding we, that motherfucker got eaten by the machine.
This jungle life can be pretty but in reality life the jungle needs the beast, he keeping the game fair for the deaf, dumb and blind, Seen?
