I finished this verse today... I've had the idea for it for a while.
check it.
MISFITS
It's all so strange, it's an odd situation
Complete with secrets, long stories and complications
Never could tell everything, some things we don't say
We avoid people, and it's easy to run away
Having fled from it all, in your head, having led
A life that couldn't be seen as having shit left
Penniless, any less, you'd be more in debt
Try to fight the situation and you're sore and red
One of these students will be the next big dictator
Underneath your nose he plans, you'll see later
Future prostitutes and psychos, you'll bear witness
Be scared shitless, these misfits, do their business
And their mistress, money, drugs, hugs and lots of kisses
Real vicious when left with unfulfilled wishes
Still listless, motherfuckers who kill bitches
All walking your hallways with symptoms of a sickness
Find the only way to thwart these young hitlers
You can�t fix this or nix this, what is this?
Even in Christmas, they don�t know what the word bliss is
Is there a name for what this is? There still isn't...
Fuck it, these must be the last days of this rat race
The world�s been scarred so deeply, it�s got a mad face
While it comes crashing down, It�s such a sad case
To see the world end this way... at such a fast pace
I rushed the ending... I'm not much in a spittin mood. I'll change some things on it eventually.
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