The thoughts in my head

[Coup]

Addicted to addiction, when it comes to rhymes yeah I kick it fluid but I'm sick of doing fiction
Imprisoned in this prism and the prison food is sickening, vomiting these simple, useless, visions
Through barriers, restrictions, living through my characters, vicarious affliction
Judas Iscariot of diction.

This was strangely enjoyable to read....you did not betray diction here, you honored it.


also,

I can make you praise the God above, and I can make you fucking HATE shit

I don't believe you. Not judging ya.