I'm like propane. When I explode, I cause pain.
Which might explain why so many look at me with disdain.
Some refrain from spittin' truth until they can no longer abstain
from holding their tongue when offended, and hop in the fast lane
to talk s**t with a quickness. They hold hate with a thickness
that outweighs all sense of reason, and it becomes a sickness.
I'm a witness to the wit-less, and frown on the senseless
behavior of my surroundings, and wonder if they'll be defenceless
when reality attacks. Will they be able to at least survive?
Is it even worth being alive when you only deprive
yourself of something that surpasses merely existing?
You're like the walking dead if you're not on anyone's memory listing.
Some people talk big, but never make major action
because it's easier to talk s**t when you're just relaxin'.
But me? I've got goals and determination to the core.
While some niggas don't bother to make dreams be anything more.
New Era
Est. 2005 - It's our time now, check us out
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