Who made up all the rules?
We follow them like fools,
Were policed until were deceased,
Will we ever find a release?
Piece by piece brick by brick,
I get no peace I’m feeling sick,
I wanna stimulate and formulate,
I wanna concentrate on better shit,
My policy isn’t an apology,
It’s an anthology of lyrical rhymes and cynical crimes,
To pass the time of anyone who chooses to read,
I’ll lead and form an invasion,
For a special occasion and make a liaison,
Did you know a holiday in the US is a vacation?
Stop!
I’ll have another pop at this creation,
Until we all just move away or die of extinction,
I can run and I can drum things in your head,
I dread to think what’s in my own,
Probably a sign that reads “home sweet home, ”
I’ll defeat the strong I’ll help the weak,
I’ll meet with important blokes in suits,
And tell them were they should really shoot,
Hey Mr. Banker give me an offer,
Before I become bored of asking and become a robber,
They said the pen is mightier than the sword,
But I say the nothings mightier than my keyboard.
Gaz illionaire
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