Portrait Of A Poster Boy

Black sheep so loud that it'd fall through cracked sections,    
In front of mirrors looking at myself in a reflecting God's image,  
Take three hits of acid and drive my drug dealer to all his stops,    
Flipping the flopping politics of our current dictated apocalypse,    
    
I don't want to hear you talk too much anymore all the voices in my head,    
Personally, I lost one grand yesterday my poor application hack,    
To retract it I booked it to downtown villas where the best pussy is,    
Tripping balls off some kind of gorilla glue had me glued into myself,    
   
How many things have I lost in life and the other dimensions,    
Time of an era for eons should discover how much I suffer,    
Existentialism tougher the older, stranger, n' more corrosive than before,    
My breath upon my future death I hope my first born son knows I love him,    
   
His dad a born again renegade torn between sides their on,    
How much God Damn Hate do I have to deal with 4 anyone's sake,    
Giant glamorous corporations slogations we're all in this together, (dey dun give a fuh)    
Their own slogans eye fucking you all day inside all damn day long,    
I will tell wells fargo I hope we will want you all to die 4 ur sacrifice,    
   
Melding the melting together trying to save the meta-universe,    
Tell it to a mortal out of place at the wrong measurements,    
Meant for so much more I can feel it in the emptiness of my bones,    
Sharpened weapons for when I slaughter and kill myself a way out of this.