Everybody plays games
even when they say they don’t.
Head games, get-you-in-bed games,
And they’re gonna play with you
Even when you say you won’t.

Babe — did you see what I got for you?
Oh…
You don’t like it? Well, trash it!
There! See what you made me do???

What you mean,
I’ve got a passive-aggressive attitude?
We ain't talking about me,
we’re talking about you.

Just leave me alone
get over it.
I’m through.

I’m tired of you always
telling me what to do.

Like you know any better.
Like you’ve got a clue.

I mean, come on…don’t cry.
You know I love you, boo…
You don’t think I could leave
after all we’ve been through?

That’s right. Come here.
Give me some love.
Give me a hug.
I know it’s not easy
lovin’ someone so much.

Democracy, land of the free
Biggest lie seen since Charlie Ponzi
Told everyone in the world
“You can all be as rich as me!”
Make me rich, for real?
Take my money!
It’s worth every cent to be an elite.

Here’s a little part that you might not have heard
The…

100 bars —
Lord it seems so far
till you spit a time or two
and it’s part of who you are.

Once you’ve reached deep inside
and torn it all apart
and made it something whole again
all to please ungrateful mobs.

You think you want rhymes
But what you…

Behind a painted mask
Nice clothes
and shoes that weren’t cheap,
all day listening
while absentmindedly wiggling toes
of pretty little feet.
Feeling much less
than the mirror let us see,
hiding from Truth
in a lifelong game
of Hide but don’t Seek.

Right now, I need you to listen…

Gettin’ through life
on a poor man’s speedball,
cause in vino veritas
comes easier than sittin’ at St. Paul’s.

And I’ve been tryin’ and tryin’
to let these internal
walls fall.
And cryin’ and tryin’ to forget
these infernal trauma scars.

Two days without worry,
yesterday and tomorrow.
It ain’t my jam…

Shackled by fate,
curses and mistakes,
deep-rooted hate,
Forever will I pay for every day that I lay
in this bed, so finely made.

Killin time as it flies by
like yesterday’s news swattin’ at tomorrow’s lies;
is this a massacre
or just another way to dichotomize? …

A goddess on fire;
Her breath is ignited.
An imbalance inside,
Her defenses; excited.
Humanity’s last call,
afterparty denied us.

Clouds of flame
and soot for a sky,
but take your time
while you try to decide.
(She tends to win)
in case you’re divided. …