Your bruised, by this present evil age you've been used, only to be left abused... by your own hand.
You suffered great pain, in order to bring great gain, living in the fast lane... making castles out of sand.
There's no way to heal the hurt within; a bleeding hearts contusion.
You had a hard time as a child, after rebellion your character was styled, making you grow into a man that's wild... and never to be tamed.
You wanted to rock-n-roll, so you tortured your soul, allowing drugs to take their toll... with nobody but yourself to be blamed.
To party with the world; means to never live in seclusion.
Your mind has been implanted with some kind of demonic seed, there's a sick need, for the world's greed... that lives in your blood.
What comes from your veins, leaves deadly stains, on those who live on lower plains... stuck in the mud.
No escaping from what's under the skin; not even through a transfusion.
Your brain leaks, as it tweaks, from your tongue the god of this world speaks... in order to tell his lies.
Your poisonous lips, drop big old tips, that sink the ships... of all those you despise.
From a mouth that's hell bent; comes an endless evil extrusion.
You wear black denim, got a dirty girl to squeeze your lemon, so you can release your venom... between her thighs.
You act like your the cheese, every time she does a little tease, while you make aim to please... when she gives you those bedroom eyes.
Two ill bodies joined together at the hips; creates an ungodly soul infusion.
You're cursed like a deranged lunatic, worse than most those head sick, standing real thick... in them loony bins.
You get to actin' like a big old prick, with an ego that's slick, in having every mental trick... to be sure it always wins.
From Hell, there's a look above to love; that can only see its exclusion.
You contend with everyone that fights, under the neon lights, for their rights... to gain fortune and fame.
Although it bites, in order to reach the heights, you have in your sights... You make hints that Rambo should've been your name.
Suggesting the World drew first blood; to the powers that be is just an allusion.
You've been stuck moving slow, living low, and pimping any old hoe... in order to cope.
To those needle freaks, having undies full of shit streaks, and those that talk from crows beaks... you've felt the need to sell some dope.
On the path of the quick, and the dead; there's room for inclusion.
You desired to be like every other stealer, wheeler, and dealer... living care free and red.
Not scared to get in a tussle, using a little muscle, to hustle... when it comes to making some bread.
Illegal acts seen by curious eyes; leads to joining the collusion.
You bought, into what you once fought, and that's to be taught... now you got a handful of Kings, and no Jacks.
When it comes to the speed, and the weed; It's no longer any problem for you to make an ounce, bounce, through fiends that pounce... while you sit back watching how fast the cash stacks.
A small amount of dough can be used; to bring into fruition a large profusion.
You get a hold, of what never grows old, and is worth twice its weight in gold... to do more with it than just flaunt.
You get a man to see, what you got don't come free, and if a guy had money for a taste; you could make it be... A poor fellas feelings are something you like to taunt.
In every desperate man exists a bomb; in need of drugs for its diffusion.
Your quick to break down the door of a woman to get her to dip, slip, and trip... on the ice.
Leaving her stuck with no reason, to find a new season, to be pleasin'... due to being stuck on a vice.
A mind, body, and soul is never the same; after a wicked intrusion.
You've spent time in your mind, to grind, in ways to find, the means to keep eyes blind... out on the streets.
You think by the way you survive, to stay alive, and often thrive... you've conquered great feats.
It's a false sense of security; to temporarily see through confusion.
You've failed to realize, something you should have took time to recognize, and that's who's behind all the lies... that you full heartedly believe.
You've allowed your mind to become fitly suited, so it could be polluted, and diluted... by the devils many ways to deceive.
This wicked World has been given over to fall under a strong delusion.
You masquerade uptown, and downtown like a spade, warring a fade... always playing center stage.
You have no clue, there's only a few, who know what's true... and that's the fact; we've come into the beginning of the end, of this evil age.
There's no escaping a reality that's bound by time; in a world that's just an illusion.