I am the lone soldier, I am ridiculed for being different and stomped on by my peers but I am pure and my vision is truth. Cats out of the bag I am slap now fried later, Brandon feeble and uncle freak, I created these false versions of myself learn how to get my mojo back, but it went to far and now I have cancer in my heart.
The zero teams been driving around my house like vultures they can smell the death, the ashtrays full but I’m too sick to throw it out, now the beds on fire - at least it’ll keep me warm until the needle hits the casket of my never ending misery of love and graditude