
about the information found in the Galapagos Ruins
how the warriors would sharpen they blades
how if they wanted to the government could cure you of AIDS
we the equivalent of fire and ice
the equivalent of a prisoner who die for his rights
I'm lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' spine in a vice
I'm like Trump in the Apprentice, only fire at night
I'm dyin' to fight, slap you five and put ten in you
Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide general
so I say fuck the CIA and they plan
get me outta here I'd rather fuckin' stay in Iran
I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand
if you fuckin' round with Bill or try to hate on my fam
it's the dichotomy of hatred in man
if you ever even think of tryin' to play me then
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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