Wordocrat

Drama Consists of my life getting judged by the bite marks bloodline./ Hating on Lifestyles of existence, working harder than slaves to onion grind./ Shine through good sense through love for the haters, never feel fake/ Places of life living through country styles got me wanting to place/ ways on point, wheres the life and the living to get better with existing times?/ grind till the sun comes up, well the sun goes down to rhythmically unwind/ Why me? Sayins of biblical times to go into dreams of good hearts obtained through the grace of God, even though family can have one going insane Never been fake, it never touches the lifestyle of the Real, just grazed like crumb Done with the bullshit, toilets cant run to the border for the Nyanya Sun Abuja sun, more like the coldness in hearts of the Boko Haram Deaths of lives through pneumonia gets hearts maimed through getting checks out like a light switch, so i get into ways of living into off position Diminishing my own evil