sons of insanarchy

[veritas]

“Son…be careful about trying to tear something down, especially if you don’t know exactly what to build up in it’s place.”

-Jim Murphy III

So the leader is Hellboy, is that ironic?
Can I even complain when I was ten and bumping Dre’s the Chronic?
Thinking you can remain plain while u transverse thru the mosh pit?
The old lady is shady, big surprise that her smile leeks caustic
And they turn you into a murderer as soon as you claim prospect
They chasing the end game and so are you, but it ain’t the same object
Their tongues become guns, cuz they lack the sums to fund a sane conflict
So people become pawns, lying to themselves and seeking to blame honest
They go to the Irish for 50 cals, they have to, as they’ve refused to remain modest
While the various hookers come and go for each bro just to show a stain noxious
The young leader who holds their future? Just know he is the main ostrich
Cuz he might not be down with the pope, but the cartel propels his whole process.
Some have family of their own, but the club is where their rotten hearts are
The innocent and good man’s back if you wanna see where their plotting darts are
They call their decision process church, but their aint nothing holy about their schemes
They say they live to serve their town and its people, until it interferes with their dreams
You see them set people up to take the fall, only because those people knew their dirt
You see them murder in cold blood, have a drink, then laugh as their feeling no hurt
For every master mind scheme that works out, ten fail and cause irreversible damage
Mind blown: How to remain pure when these are those who govern how u manage?
Incompetent sociopaths, outlaw psychopaths who have relativistic morals are all the rave
My advice? Be patient and save who you can save.