Mondo Immorality Incomplete / Ardour Poetry

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Joel Sieradzan

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They gon' kill you, you gon' die, you gon' die
They gon' kill you, they gon' kill you
You gon' die, you gon' die, they gon'
They gon' kill you, you gon' die, you gon' die
They gon' kill you, they gon', they gon' kill you, they gon'
They gon'
This shit eerie, it's scary as f*ck like standing at an ATM
Without a Remington tucked or watching The Killing of America
After you done planning a family fun holiday, no ammo and guns
Daughters dead and the sons savaged, perished to dust
Pallbearers and nuns, masses teach the classes to run, hide
Miracle come fly, quick we're in a rut, hysterical gunfire
For kicks, merits and what?
Parent's marriage has sunk so now he got a weapon cause
Punks laughed in his face in the cafeteria stirring him up?
Learn to be tough instead of grabbing a gun, cause half of those
Mofuckas will fold soon as you ask 'em what's up
Ain't we had it enough?
It's just gonna get worse, we lucky enough to even be put on
This earth and what good have we served, all this turbulence
Is severing the root of the nerves, all this hurt what is the purpose?
Pull up with a eulogy nervous to look at the hearse cause
Everything was just going perfect, people at the service stuck
With a look of aversion, they shook and they burning up with
Exertion for that person to be murdered
Yeah, it's ludicrous, it seems like the newest vision for the kids
In future is to be an untruthful victim, choose 'em, pick 'em
Who's gon get the beam? Shoot 'em with the piece up 'till all
They shoes is off they feet, damn, what the f*ck has happened
Or am I just getting older and more distracted by the shit I see?
Well it's just hard not to be when it happens daily, can't there
Be a fucking day where there's just peace and no more action?
They gon' kill you, you gon' die, you gon' die
They gon' kill you, they gon' kill you
You gon', you gon' die, they gon'
They gon' kill you, you gon' die, you gon' die
They gon', they gon' kill you, they gon', you gon' die, di-
(Gunshot)
Yeah, do I got what it takes to win? That's the question
I ask myself everyday I live, but really what I should ask is if
I got what it takes to lose and can I make it through and utilize the
Pain from it as a tool to get better and fuel the flames and hit a
Percentage I've never hit before I failed then reach my highest peak
And swim the widest sea defiantly 'till I can't breathe and finally
I die a graceful death, and be regarded as a great, far from any saint
Far from heaven sent but born to set a stage and levitate the
Audience and elevate the floor 'till it's above like 80 stories and
Won't hesitate to augment it
Nah, I'll take it even higher, be defying the laws of the gravity
Inside of the venue I am performing in, time for redefining me to
Triumph and be the tightest MC you've seen and try to
Be the brightest star in the sky, loudest roar of a tiger ever recorded
When cornered with the claws of a knife, plausible fight
Notorious and lawfully right, all for the price of torture because
4.99 it's just too small for this hard headed lord on the mic
Auburn and fire colored corneas soar in my eyes, stars orbit and
Shine showing me four at a time, though glory is still to come
I can already line the things I'll be up in order, when I start calling
It mine, I gotta slow down though like that time I caught me a fine
Cause if I keep going this fast I'ma crash, I just know it
And I don't wanna do that, yeah, I gotta keep it steady
Facts, yeah, get the Beamers ready, uh, cause we gon' jet off in that bitch

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