Where's it at?
Seemingly divided
No love for values
Without capitols
No secomd guessing
You are tar wet and ran over
By Madwheels. Before a dried surface
Leaving imprints
If you fuk politics
You can't get shhhyt
So why bother
Tell you a global secret?
We lose selling souls
But for rightnow
We can worry about
It later
Pass me another
Joint
Let's have a quickie on
The speakers
Left morals right
Behind the Good book

Let's have fun now
And be santified later

Right be fore a split second
In the presence of the whitelight
To dear golden streets of glory

Then again
We got plenty of time
Left

Pass me blunt.

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