Cell E 13

I got locked up in room full of mouths. I fed them my fist to knock the sharp truth out;
a crucifixion before conviction, dysphoric like the life i live in, this prison isn’t my home
but nor is the world and id rather be locked in a cell then locked in my mind.
A whore is the world that said i hit the crooked cop first cause that was a lie.
The gears of beast grind the organs of indigo children behind concrete walls; 30 feet thick
where arteries leak in crevices of rust on re-used nails of martyr killing.
Black hole for souls, treacherous scarlet, Anti-perfection pierced with unseen light.
Cell E13
God sent me to bust your crown. God sent me to smack you around.
como estas victory yes i yes i need it (i need it)
como estas dummy yes i yes i need it (i need it)
and I’ve had enough debating around with this systemic poker bluff.
Is intelligence measured by the willingness to eat your shit?
And they’re hungry for more so ill see em court.
Zoo for humans and whores cutting me to the core.
Every player will help cept’ a Jury of twelve.
Let the video tell which ones going to hell.
You’re nothing. Ill wear a mask when it’s your severed face.
God sent me to bust your crown. God sent me to smack you around
como estas victory yes i yes i need it (need it)
como estas dummy yes i yes i need it (i need it)
I want to kill all the crooked sleazoids