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letra de society poem - lil mama aisha

i, i creep through your infatuation
trust me it’s a drug
you will never cleanse out
but you’ll love the sensation
my acid rain is a beautiful creation
time to tear down the toxic station

no one will love you
as long as you’re human
feelings are useless
along with pent-less emotions
your weight
your unrequited love
they’re just misdiagnosed doses
you want to be liked?
better listen to pointless opinions
no questions

i’m on a busy alley
with drug dealers and madness k!llers
dolls with fakе hips
and depressed mortals with fillеrs
you keep screaming but who will hear ya’?
the skin of a beauty form
segregation is the new euphoria
stop breathin’
stop singing
you might make it out of h-ll
if you point to the pale demons
if you kiss the feet of the lying preaches
s-x is a curse of a body lover
only want fetishes and inches to reach the deepest
the income for occupations are fulfilled
but what about the teachings?

hold the rose by the end
the th-rns are your ticket out of sp-ce
the oxygen-less savior chase
you want to be a hero so bad
too tired from not loving your pretty face
i love the type of criminals
that can keep up with my pace
they murdered my endless grace
i’m sorry for being my assigned race
have to apologize for god
he just have exquisite taste

they hold their cup filled with ecstasy
they drink it as if it’s loyalty
the brands doesn’t matter to them
as long as the surge of energy
continues to ignite their sad whim
a pack of illegal brandy tea
kind of smells like extra freedom to me
i love hanging on a tree by the stim
if i fall then they’ll blame it all on me
my device for my life
they mistake it for a weapon of defense
no questions asked
authority abused
i guess fear makes sense
they’re scared of melanin mixtures
just the scent of different breeds
can shock them to their bones
they’ll be off-guard and tense
we need a respect and admire rinse
this is what holy water can’t fix

someone doesn’t like to wear the blood
of the species of judgement
so they wear the skin of f-ck it
the hate is coming, they shrug it
this rewind of devilish talk
i can’t speak old time of screeching chalk
speak up if you seek how they walk
confidence doesn’t go with your cultural bark
constructive criticism is a new kind of stalk
their body must be part of your soul
a lava filled with care is touched by your empty mock
you call them abnormal
we call them the rare kind of rock
acrobatic syllables is released in foreign fonts
we can’t read what is not needed
a person with a hobby for comedic stunts
is perfect for actor class
you can sit with the individuals you called alien
humanity doesn’t need grown runts
i rather sit with the black clothed, fly punks
if the clock continues to chime two
the starvation of ethnicity cruelty
will score a false dunk
the answer is mildly false but we choose true
surviving discretion is just luck

- lil mama aisha

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