>> Your vote is my sole reward
I wake on WAN, I even kiff the cops,
I wait all night, until the morning drops.
The fix that kills me, the spliff that I load,
But I sleep outside, way past off my road,
It's a matter of time,
A question for my soul,
There are no hacks,
As my father thought.
I wakes on LAN, on another block,
Wise as a cat, a junky on the rocks,
The pain that kills me, the crown that I wear,
Naked underneath, maybe I'll stay in bed.
It's a matter of text,
A question left untold,
Plain as a rest,
The mystery of a joke.
I never knew, where the horses go,
Out of tune, fake as a torrero,
The stain that kills me, stain that I hold,
A glass of blood, I'm so much old,
It's a matter of time,
A question for my soul,
There are no hacks,
As my father thought.
Blank as a virgin, I suffer from the sun,
It's still early spring, sunday for the gun,
The war is over, I'd rather be alone,
The girl on covern is paying for the drones.