Scrutiny

Rippin' up the track
like I'm on a dirt bike feelin' so glad

Or usin' my third eye to bust on a back
after I thrust - no shy, no guy, no lie

It's a must that I get by livin' happily
I cuse when any family deals with autrocity

It's a monopoly in the way this dust spreads so rapidly

I dread the myserery I see optically

even mentally before bed I've said
"I can' take this end!"

Layin' I pretend I've been sent far away
to a place
with no reverends - just gettin' laid everyday

and "spade" by smokin' some hay
Chillin' by the bay, similar to Sandler gettin' paid

Won't kill anything with antlers, or raid

I get enraged when seein' pussies
getin down on thier knees
and shoot a livin' species

Still, I've never been to a rave
But, have done some ecstacy

Still, I behave
But, have done some bad things

But you see, these things, don't define me

I only smoke fine weed
it helps me think

so I don't go crazy
in this homosapien society

I'm lazy
unlike the Arabian salt farmers be

Still somehow I make money, unlike anyone would beleive

what's the realtion between luck,
life,
and interdependecy?

stars are struck with luck
as all gleaming life
given' the opportunity

With extreme scrutiny
I investigate tragedies

So let me through your gates
and listen to my poetry

It's my mission
to get through your cerebral stupidity

an idiocracy held by most human beings