I was fighting with my blood Might as well have sickle cellYou can tell that I was sick I put the sickle to my cells 🔪No trace of this mental jail I guess I stenciled out my self When the doctor questioned healthI locked up truth, no hint of bail Attention deficit was evidentI’m negligent…

Ще сърбаш, каквото си надробиш, The carnal beasts didn’t honor peaceSo, God releasedThe harm they preached…Wages paid by plaguesHis agency enraged for placing babies in a cageThis play is staged Every moral agent Has an aging anguish to placate They stateSodom and Gomorrah Had a taste but The claim is misplacedBecause the wrath displayedIn Romans…