NETCEES CYPHER THREAD

[Mr. J]

brute force brooding, I break the walls down
bombard loud, a blessing beyond Gods sound.
abused in the Bermuda, balance is gone now.
the failures call out & grasp onto your coattails
now we are all crabs battling inside that old pail
cash exchange, no sale, a manipulation, a demand
the feeling is Hades so my reputation is damned...
got a curse & worse that hang over like the omen
drunk off fear & obsession, concerned with atonement
my pen bleeds red ink while I write out these mistakes
looking back I never really took the time out to change.
laughing as I make my escape, the embers wasted away.
let the past continue embracing its fate...
the lights flicker looks like its time nikka.
you knew it was coming so why ya eyes bigger than the sun?
as big as they come they always die quicker.
my passcode sends me in a portal through Konami
kept in a glass jar is a head with no body...
& when it spoke to me I flipped...what up bitch