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Educational penitentiary
Side by side
We sit, in a gaseous room
with a lit cigarette
Tourturing the tension undenyable from above
Not saying anything incase we blow up
Bitter is the winter of our cold war
Fighting as soon as we hit the floor
Plotting like demons of gore
Standing there in attention
Looking at the door with affection
Then the staring eyes get broken
And its, getting harder
To understand the words that they utter
Nansva abva kasa blanka aya washaya
licking like the tounges of lava
Haha
Its not funny, its stressed
Not so hungry to be the best
Ever so content with out doing the rest
Paranoia igniting our wickedness
Spreading impressions like a virus
Its things like these that create,
corrupt leaders
And,
stutters in our speaches
And,
blood mixed with semen
No one,
says but we all listen
To the,
cries of God's children
And pretend,
that we cant hear them
Weakness results in screamin'
So they
deserve the fire they breathin'
I cant break the tension
Just an observer here in the prison
Im the one smoking in the chamber
Laughing for no reason
Hopefully the last year of my sentence
Its a pot holed
filled road
but i'll get there
Fully clothed
We're all in a race so
Keep your heart in your chest
Go
On your marks
Get ready, (so steady)
Explode
We sit, in a gaseous room
with a lit cigarette
Tourturing the tension undenyable from above
Not saying anything incase we blow up
Bitter is the winter of our cold war
Fighting as soon as we hit the floor
Plotting like demons of gore
Standing there in attention
Looking at the door with affection
Then the staring eyes get broken
And its, getting harder
To understand the words that they utter
Nansva abva kasa blanka aya washaya
licking like the tounges of lava
Haha
Its not funny, its stressed
Not so hungry to be the best
Ever so content with out doing the rest
Paranoia igniting our wickedness
Spreading impressions like a virus
Its things like these that create,
corrupt leaders
And,
stutters in our speaches
And,
blood mixed with semen
No one,
says but we all listen
To the,
cries of God's children
And pretend,
that we cant hear them
Weakness results in screamin'
So they
deserve the fire they breathin'
I cant break the tension
Just an observer here in the prison
Im the one smoking in the chamber
Laughing for no reason
Hopefully the last year of my sentence
Its a pot holed
filled road
but i'll get there
Fully clothed
We're all in a race so
Keep your heart in your chest
Go
On your marks
Get ready, (so steady)
Explode
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