FistFull of Justice

And I just explode without having to reload
It seems the cards I am dealt I never fold, even though
The dealer is cheating me out on more then I can handle
I sit back and watch the burning of the candle
Thats inside I cant lie or deny that I want to die
But some how everyday I survive so I just shut up and strive
Strive to be at least good in poetry ven feelings making myself know its me
Because when I look in the mirror my eyes distort
And of course I feel like a creature bleeding the words I couldn't teach you
I read threw so many books trying to make myself have better tools to become a master crook
But every time I see a human I dream of them being cooked and I feel of the hook
Never mind I would rather put a human on the hook
Hunt you down trap you in the phone booth and tell you to look
Saying that I have my sites on your head make a steady move
It will be the last actions that you try to prove
That you can out smart a mastermind stuck in a fucked up world living in acid times