Poetic Perception

Title: Poetic Perception Beat: Old Habits Chorus: From the depths of a perception that that poetically pierces on the field of battle I’m compared to the fiercest on the field of battle I’m compared t the fiercest fearless in the face of furious forces peerless once the populated hears this Verse One: My Perception Pierces partitions perfectly placed to limit my vision the incision is deeply driven blood gushing roaring rapids on the river of rage feeling the shiver of death turning her gaze leave you living on limited days falling under her focus the future your desperately holding is hopeless you can measure me against likes of the best of the dopest coasting pas the rest of you roaches the test of a soldier is conquering fear warring with terror clashing with chaotic order at the core of the horror the moral of the sordid story is this the politicians courting us are devilish and they revel in their hellishness contributing to my rebelliousness they want to stifle our intelligence knowledge is intentionally limited but wisdom is infinite isn’t it Chorus From the depths of a perception that that poetically pierces on the field of battle I’m compared to the fiercest on the field of battle I’m compared t the fiercest fearless in the face of furious forces peerless once the populated hears this From the depths of a perception that that poetically pierces on the field of battle I’m compared to the fiercest on the field of battle I’m compared t the fiercest fearless in the face of furious forces peerless once the populated hears this

Verse Two: I see their treachery and the way they’re testing me taxing me to refill their empty treasury mentally pressuring me intentionally stressing me frequency forcing me to feel fear and react aggressively their new method of oppression is suppression to ensure manifest destiny keeping us facing mortality totally consumed with paranoia its holding me and it aint hard to notice the hoax is totally hopeless my vote is to vocally focus n the bogus so-called soldiers pseudo la cosa nostra pistol packing posers holding their rosaries closer as we approach the threshold of encroachment talking of the tek your toting but you know you tremble when you hold it

Chorus From the depths of a perception that that poetically pierces on the field of battle I’m compared to the fiercest on the field of battle I’m compared t the fiercest fearless in the face of furious forces peerless once the populated hears this From the depths of a perception that that poetically pierces on the field of battle I’m compared to the fiercest on the field of battle I’m compared t the fiercest fearless in the face of furious forces peerless once the populated hears this Verse Three: When the day dies that’s when we rise connect to enterprise on mastermind designs that we devise I can see your look of surprise when fears rise it can be seen in the eyes I live in quiet truth while you’re screaming your lies I take pleasure in severing ties with such guys along with low and behold we’re laying you low no matter how creative you flow your playing a role we rock show after show filling whole Phillies with dro while you’re staying at home racking your dome probably pining over a ho stroking your bone putting coke in your nose searching for the one with the cloak covering bones reaping grim harvests of the young and the old these starving artists know the world is ever so cold but we’re facing it bold with a bottle of booze and a blunt already rolled

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