The Genesis - Stract

The first verse I disperse will work mercy

Into the worst of all persons that cursed my murk journey

The dirt that blurs worthiness bursts into the spurts

Of the words that lurched hurt out of the perch that worry sat on

And I hope to take my hat off to the mope that pulled the last straw

Cause he choked and then grabbed on to the neck…

And you’re sitting at home doing this shit

I should be earning a medal for this

Stop fuckin' around and be a man

There ain’t nothin' out here for you

Oh yes, there is… This