November 3rd 1977 the jerm was born while being strangled by his umbilical cord within two years his parents were divorced and of course into government housing dirt poor with just two brothers and a mother comes that us against the world type mentality that later got him off on technicalities in courts that once looked for the source of his abnormalities and he would count the days away like calories when he was locked away like masterpieces in art galleries like a music box with a dancing ballerina but no batteries words like inmate and prisoner were held sacred he had earned a reputation that fit with his self hatred he hated the world so he'd fuck it like he made it his girl and say that nothings gonna save him from her his mother taught him everything but how to be a man cause she can't his father just taught him to be a cancer and damage everything he gets in his hands and then abandon every single friend and his family his role models ripped on whole bottles whatever you call it family of alcoholics and college was never an option cause his calling was always getting right up and then falling he followed in the faulty footsteps of his father he saw shackles and chains as accolades and didn't bother to change he's overdosed on purpose twice cause something wasn't worth his life suicide was always on his mind he would rehearse it by the mirror and blurt rhymes like "Friends just give the worst advice fuckin' right I'm cursin' I'm a person I'll diversify and hurt somebody worse than I'll converse it in my dirty mind I'm the perfect guy to get Jeremy Aaron Bertrand murdered by" He was the spawn of Satan at times yes with his devilish horns and that emblem on his chest D for discontentment or even depressed dejected detested completely defective degenerate demented dented dead now superhero costumes cost you so he rents his mother called him Jeremy but you can call him jerm till this virus inside of his mind gets murdered spittin' lyrics reflecting his human spirit like mirrors some metaphors are closer than they appear clothes and appearance don't make the man nor does a song a ghost disappears if she was here she'd tell you I'm wrong November 3rd 1977 Jeremy was born with a halo and invisible devil horns remember jerm like he's here in the present when he gets torn from his body and mind forevermore pretending words might be so iridescent that they absorb up the essence that he's yet to implore defending sentences said in succession senselessly emptying presenting me by pressing record they say karmas a bitch but the feminist in jerm wouldn't degrade a lady or harm her a bit she said "Your music has confused me like a partial eclipse in my apartment which is carpeted with..." before she finished he noticed scars on her wrists she said "...bloodstains cause some days I carve at my skin our suicidal tendencies dependencies..." she said "...my mother always told me that its only in my head but its my soul or something out of my control and I hold onto it tightly everywhere I go" she said "I appreciate your music man it really helped me grow and I've identified with every single thought you ever wrote" And karma turned around and walked away before jerm could tell her thank you that's so nice of you to say and that connection means a lot to me like hockey and pot or dropping songs but the carving at your skin young lady its gotta stop you've got problems or so it seems you're not gonna solve maybe you don't wanna listen baby you just wanna talk she was fading in the distance so he followed her for blocks to this broke down apartment complex looking like the Bronx so he's knocking on the door of apartment 22 on a dilapidated balcony backdropped with a stunning view the door creeps open he sees smoke and leaps forth no she's sleeping and steam from the shower's deep now somethings written on her chest so he peeked down eyes open freaked out on some "Get out you creep now!" it says 1977 and it's carved into her skin as she recognizes him he recognizes her as him as well he starts freestyling as he opens her blouse and every single word is being carved into her "Ow" he says there must be layers of text she starts reciting rhymes that weren't even kept and says "Come on Jeremy Aaron Bertrand take me to death, lets have sex" she knew what she was doing thoughts of regret I gotta jet this lady knows every thought in my head she said "There's no escaping karma cause its cause and effect and Jeremy jerm that's something that you've gotta accept so lets address that" she said as she lowered her dress strap "November 3rd 1977..." she says "...my birthday" he was stunned as he tried to recover but in the first place and worse case his thoughts were discovered by her perverse taste for the hurt and pain they've got for each other as her dress hit the floor he noticed that there was more he said "My whole life story's dependent upon this whore?" karma, at least he didn't call her a bitch she said "Yeah ya did Jeremy man I'm all in your head remember you're the one that needs to listen to common sense and reason and even me karma the chick you called a bitch cause were grieving it has nothing to to with leaving but touching your inner being nothing to do with me" She disappeared so quick its like she never existed but he hears her whisper lyrics off the scars on her hips she disappeared so quick its like she never existed but he hears her whisper lyrics off the scars on her wrists she disappeared so quick its like she never existed but he hears her whisper lyrics off the scars on her hips she says "November 3rd 1977 the jerm was born while being strangled by his umbilical cord" March 11th now 2006 she says "The scars on my skin are nothing to be ignored" November 3rd 1977 the jerm was born and his first words were Mama abort November 3rd 1977 Jeremy was forced from his mother becoming a mere mortal

(x3) I put my pen to the page nothings changed with my writing but tonight I’m going up on stage to share my flaws and my problems probably get applause it’s awesome to be god-like showing you that I’m not I swore I’d never tell the truth revealing deepest secrets seeking inner peace there seems to be so many pieces we speak of it unleashed but briefly and incomplete so I’mma intervene and come clean to this fucking beat I was molested diddled and raped can’t get away from it now at the bitter old age of 28 can’t escape that’s the trouble with fate I have no faith so get your fucking god out of my face Jesus Christ I get fed up with life and need a mic like a diary to get through the night know what it’s like? a virus is inside of my mind that multiplies every time I sniper rifle fires I put my pen to the page nothings changed with my writing but tonight I’m going up on stage I put my pen to the page nothings changed with my writing but tonight I’m going up on stage I wet the bed when I was young and sucked my thumb in search of something I figured I couldn’t find where I was from it was love I thought I found it in drugs but I was dumb going numb yeah speaking in tongues a sad song sung meaning please this time believe it I’m done I’m high on drums doing records and shows with Sonz Of Sunz yeah it’s where I’m at and it’s definitely where I’m from it’s nature versus nurture at the end of a gun (x2) I put my pen to the page nothings changed with my writing but tonight I’m going up on stage to share my flaws and my problems probably get applause it’s awesome to be god-like showing you that I’m not I use this mic as a candle to guide me through my inner depths so that I can dismantle and then rebuild in baby steps my mic is sorta like a companion that I use to my advantage but you wouldn’t understand it nah you see I’m a lost soul if souls even exist if not I’m just lost no... body can save me now this is not home alone exposing secrets within poems I put my pen to the page nothings changed with my writing but tonight I’m going up on stage to share my flaws and my problems probably get applause it’s awesome to be god-like showing you that I’m not I put my pen to the page nothings changed with my writing but tonight I’m going up on stage

You see the thing is I’m trying to learn to simplify the second thing is I might’ve overdone it I’m about to bring it and sing it as a lullaby the third thing is all of y’all fuck off and die you see the thing is I’m trying to learn to simplify the second thing is I might’ve overdone it I’m about to bring it and sing it as a lullaby the third thing is all of y’all fuck off and die jerm The Sickness Lullaby Solitude that’s my cure to a bad mood my temper is electric I’ve shorted my last fuse short circuiting on purpose I know that it’s taboo this abuse let me bruised I wear them like tattoos I get in long chats with Dr. Atsab he told me once "We’re all a bunch of backwards bastards" I agreed but bastardism is not a disease it’s an artform life like father leaving dream so scream everybody lost in between just scream we are the children of a defeat Don’t say die muthafucka die motherfucker die say why muthafucka why motherfucker why don’t say die muthafucka die motherfucker die say why muthafucka why motherfucker why You see the thing is I’m trying to learn to simplify the second thing is I might’ve overdone it I’m about to bring it and sing it as a lullaby the third thing is all of y’all fuck off and die you see the thing is I’m trying to learn to simplify the second thing is I might’ve overdone it I’m about to bring it and sing it as a lullaby the third thing is all of y’all fuck off and die jerm The Sickness Lullaby Solitude that’s my bourbon to bad news or my burden when I’m burnin’ herb to a sad truth once upon a time at the bottom of a pit the dirty jerm convinced himself he didn’t exist he said I don’t give a fecal matter I don’t give a piss stained mattress that I’m sleeping on all I have is disdain this was long before he’d see how to really tap into the tears that bleed like hemophiliacs This is for the fatherless half step and foster kids ostracized so often the process like dripping faucets this is for the fatherless half step and foster kids ostracized so often the process like dripping faucets Don’t say die muthafucka die motherfucker die say why muthafucka why motherfucker why Solitude that’s just an inherited trait a coping mechanism that I used to escape or disengage but I’ll get in your face with fits of rage when on the topic of fathers not caring how their kids are raised see we are not secondhand products you give away so to all of you deadbeat fathers you live in shame jerm The Sickness Lullaby

I’m sick of hearing rhymes about gangsters and guns I was raised as a gentleman thanks to my Mom she’s an angel who supported me whatever I’ve done always given love and proudly called me her son love can be lighthearted but it also comes as cumbersome and doesn’t come as easy to me as it does for some I love you mom and thank you for your thankless dedication and admire your naivety and patience cause face it (x3) I’m the type that puts his fist through a wall frustrated just to resolve this hate that sits in his skull Jim Riel Jr. was a blessing in disguise and my response to him was he was messing with our lives like a man just undercover takes advantage of our mother like a man who doesn’t love us meaning Steve and Josh my brothers but he wasn’t he was trusting he was loving he was funny he’s my buddy and I love the guy no one can find a kinder guy a giving man to hear him speaks uplifting and I love the guy As kids Josh and Steve constantly obnoxiously accosted me it never bothered me I bothered back it was our own attempt at fathering each other bothering each other we had wrestler fights and King Kong Bundy hurts and Josh and I would stay up half the night and play with wrestlers (x4) They called me names like Jem, Jemroast and Moo (x4) I’m the type that puts his fist through a wall frustrated just to resolve this hate that sits in his skull You look a lot like your father did long hair and the beard my parents are weird I contemplate and stare in the mirror Surname Bertrand I was born Jeremy Aaron to a mother and father who would become a single parent now you learn to grin and bear it but you know it’s apparent you’re embarrassed all the little fucking traits you inherit You look a lot like your father did long hair and the beard my parents are weird I contemplate and stare in the mirror (x3) I’m the type that puts his fist through a wall because capitalisn’t and I’m resisting it all Love can be a blanket that you smother with and I’ve discovered that I’m a lot like my mother is Love can be a blanket that you smother with and I’ve discovered that I’m a lot like my mother is In my early years I’d have wandered lost if not for my little brother Josh we were tighter than a tiger and it’s cubs tighter than a buyer with a lighter and some drugs tighter than a stench grave tighter than a french braid tighter than the bond between the student and the sensei tighter than a stench grave tighter than a french braid tighter than the bond between the student and the sensei tighter than the scent Glade tighter than the cement paved tighter than the tenth grade tighter than the rent paid tighter than a suffocating noose high above a scuffled pair of shoes and a note that reads “I have had enough of the abuse drowning in a sea of my excuses I’m useless I’m sorry” We can’t sustain this fast a pace this acid taste this acetate this aspartame this clash of race as millions pass away in a pandemic I class as fascist hate and when I say it you should see the fucking look on masta’s face I’m not allowed to say that Bush is a fascist but I won’t beat around the bush the cushions your asses and I’ll light a fire from a verse of the book of matches Bush is a fascist Bush is a fascist I speak my mind and seek to find a sleek design to free the sleeping sheep in time free the sleeping sheep in time I rap with a vision a socialist opposed to capitalism close to it though I’ve been enclosed and imprisoned but those in the know know it’s capitalisn’t Love can be a blanket that you smother with and I’ve discovered that I’m a lot like my mother is Love can be a blanket that you smother with and I’ve discovered that I’m a lot like my mother is I’m growing old and involved with the anger and depression that I hold in a ball in a clenched fist with which I punch these holes in the walls I’m dense thick hence this is supposed to be all but it isn’t is it? you’re never finished when you’re living for the minute I’ll admit it I joke in spoken poems overdose on open quotes product of a broken home thought of as a… Rap is my release as each beat I smash to pieces catastrophe just has to be defeated tackling these travesties while grappling with demons unravelling this speech for those that seem to need to read it meandering and travelling these alleyways and beaches these valleys and these peaks these living city streets Vancouver’s pretty sweet rain instead of snow how much cooler could it be? you just stand still on Granville and get yourself some weed astounded I found it the mountains abound downtown quarter ounce Surname Bertrand I was born Jeremy Aaron cursing swearing got my mouth washed out with soap it was gross I can still fucking taste it in my throat I suppose I’m supposed to ignore it I chose to explore it I roam and I forage through fucking forest floors of foliage holy shit holy shit is right Jeremy only when we fight fairly homies in my nightmares be controlling my life rarely do I even really feel alive barely getting by

Drugly it’s the kick-addiction-quick-fix love me I am suffering from symptoms of something I have begun to call the sickness so come close as the dirty infected jerm spits It’s like a sunny afternoon dude a couple of doobs ain’t nothing to it but you call it abuse I get loose you shouldn’t talk it till you walk in my shoes and get through it it’s obnoxious that you’re wrong in your views and that’s true see rum was my gateway to drugs through fun when the sun comes up there’s no place to run but numb sometimes I wanted to taste a gun and dump dumb crimes I guess I was chasing something huh Stunned minds never harder done by unwind no one ever comes by numb drunk high I got a record and made some records with effort I disconnected and severed from everything will be better with beverages drugs cause like love it is never enough and that sucks I’m stuck in a puddle of mud I splash up I’m befuddled as fuck I act tough needing cuddles and hugs and back rubs not drugs can’t get stuff like love for a couple of bucks and puff that’s why trouble keeps bubbling up erupt volcanic ash I’m covered in dust and plus not good at math I subtract the trust and give it back through my raps in an act of lust I smash mattresses back to factory trucks impregnating pages with poems about my past then picking up a microphone and turning them to raps kick-addiction-quick-fix learn not to relapse suffer symptoms of sickness the jerm forever active It’s like a rainy afternoon dude a bottle of booze chewing shrooms and moving to a lot of good tunes melodic and smooth use forgot about you use cut up and bruised youths with nothing to do use I’ve hit rock bottom then got up and hit the bottle claiming statements like I promise I’m not an alcoholic honest I’m a product of the spots where I was brought up and the thought that to my father man I probably wasn’t wanted I was haunted by the promises he made that didn’t come I would numb myself with drugs come down with rum and get a buzz now my brothers seem to suffer like this smothered in addiction been talking to my Mother she doesn’t know how to fix it now my brothers seem to suffer like this smothered in addiction been talking to my Mother she doesn’t know how to fix it I’ve hit rock bottom O.D.’d and felt death and I still couldn’t stumble humbly up twelve steps they're saying “please don’t succumb to those needs it’s not healthy” couldn’t be what you wanted of me and that’s selfish and that’s hard to admit the needle pricks in the fetal position needing a fix that sick addictions kicked in sixth edition scripts painting pictures of instances in greys and blurs concerned jerm now prefers to remain alert it hurts it’s work but it’s worth it and working perfect I’m such a hypocrite listen this is ridiculous I’m missing the point licking a joint and flicking Bic at it I’m sick of it at times and wanna quit but then I didn’t it’s infinite I’m diminished near finished here any minute hi my name is Jeremy and I’m not what you think I am cause actually right now I am trying to make amends

(x3) jerm the sickest motherfucker on the planet doing damage smoking cannabis and representing Canada jerm is the illest 4 letter word sickest little misfit twisted and disturbed Nicole baby why you love me so much? I’m fucked I’ve done so many drugs to cover it up plus for my past I haven’t suffered enough born again like a rubber that busted when mother gets fucked I’m up to something now but nothing is up and that sucks that’s the trouble with love our 10 year anniversary this March marks the moment I awakened re-emerging from the dark brokenhearted cause love is a fucking martyr so retarded departs and goes to waste like a frozen harvest like an ex that goes and waits in a cold apartment for some better days to head his way these seas are so unchartered the waters rough I wanted love I found it now and I’m drowning when she’s not around she taught me how to swim or rather to stay afloat there’s nothing I can say in poems that even compares close my light at the end of the tunnel my shining ray of hope it’s like a high has began to take hold we come together as one and share souls we’ll stay together forever and grow old you’re my better half your body is a treasure map whatever happens baby I will stick to our forever pact I love you more than life itself truest words I ever spoke I’ll walk hand-in-hand with you forever down the road or wherever you go I’ll be there with you one day we’ll get married and be parents to beautiful kids and live happily ever after like they do in the flicks and live happily ever after like they do in the flicks Nah baby I’m kidding you know that’s impossible love is a fragile package I’m toppling obstacles I don’t wanna drop it it’s everything I’ve got love is by far the most potent drug I’ve ever done I’d give my life for you and wanna spend my life with you I rifle through my memories of us and every night with you is just incredible magical unforgettable No written rhymes describe this love is boundless like sniffing lines and getting high and never coming down this high is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt why am I still smothered in guilt? that’s the sort of thing my sniper rifle couldn’t kill and it kills me like a bottle of pills that’s how I feel I’m sorry for my flaws I’m Mr. Imperfect or in other words me myself and I the dirty dirty dirty... (x2) jerm the sickest motherfucker on the planet doing damage smoking cannabis and representing Canada jerm is the illest 4 letter word sickest little misfit twisted and disturbed

Sometimes being me is like pulling teeth but I’m not an orthodontist I don’t have a degree I never graduated high school so inevitably… that’s my quote I left it open finish however you please Chief Chucka says every mans his own Chief my mother says every man is born decent with some good in his soul I disagree why wouldn’t I though? I play the devils advocate to a T You’ll forget a face you’ll forget a name you’ll forget the places that you’ve been that are captured in still frames you’ll forget the very essence of what’s real but you’ll never forget the way that people made you feel You’ll forget a face you’ll forget a name you’ll forget the places that you’ve been that are captured in still frames you’ll forget the very essence of what’s real but you’ll never forget the way that people made you feel

I’m out of wack I’m the sickest around so listen now as I spit a fucking river and drown in it how many kids are going to figure it out or get it through word-of-mouth with the click of a mouse fin' to rep Vancouver to death I can’t lose I make music just to move and progress I get upset or the truth is depressed with that said yet again go in the booth and confess to dead friendships sailed into clear blue skies the horizon run ashore and pirated I’ve been in survival mode relying on this island home I alone awake from dreams to beeping after dial tones Am I at home? I don’t even recognize the guy have grown into my supplies are low and strewn about so what am I to do? now I’m trying to send out an SOS call yes y’all I need help Forget it I guess not With tight skills it’s jerm and Mic-ILL Castro cats know to purr and like milk raps flow natural from jerm that might kill that road back homes a blur and I’m filthy We’re like killer bees swarming or we’re millipedes ILL and me rock from Vancouver to the Philippines still have beef? eat it or go vegan you biter cause emcees that meet me are grilling on the fire barbecued rapper served with karma stew left over food trashed down garbage chutes that’s you if you happen to beef with Micreach achoo! I attack with a sneeze and likely that feud will evaporate sooner than pipe dreams tattoos can’t tell when I got up my right sleeve I’m inked with invisible images to commemorate 600 million emcees that I’ve eliminated crown me victorious bigger than Notorious got a secret weapon that’s sort of like Victoria’s I’m not exposing it I’m posing though and frozen in a moment out of touch with myself from the view of someone else and it gave me perspective like self-help and it made me reflect on my past actions (X2) Accidents happen yeah I’m an assassin strapped with a pistol packed with passion I blast like a missile fast and accurate that’s it I dismiss your disses as myth I blast like a missile fast and accurate that’s it I dismiss your disses as myth This is a precursor diss to those who’ll eventually end up dissing me it’s not gonna be worth it then I can’t pretend revenge are you listening? it depends on shit like sentences where my pen won’t fit your senselessness so hence this is a message with a diss equipped with rhythm so uninhibited this sick infected jerm I’m living with my anger and rage decayed to a liquid thats ubiquitous it isn’t in my vision to be scribbling disrespect I said it isn’t in my vision to be scribbling disrespect though it’s so happens I love to eat beef I’ll be brief with these chickens and cut them like raw meat y’all feast on a couple emcees I caught sleeping shallow people try but they die in the deep end killer Mic-ILL Castro on the beat dirty jerm Chief Chucka SOS Micreach You got beef with me you best to keep it refrigerated or insulated within your crew cause instigating a feud with me is an instantaneous move towards sophisticated abuse leave your wrists slit in a noose and frame your suicide Class is dismythed

You are now in the deep deep depths of the mind of the dirty jerm my mouth is but a spray paint can my hands seem enhanced like the raven in a ceremonial Indian dance I’ve got wings I guess I’ve gotta give it a chance I guess I’ve gotta give it a chance I think I can fly oh my god I’m flying I did it Ma I’m flying! (x2) I animate like a kid with a can of paint tagging names up with faces on the side of a train I’m after change like a homeless man if that’s what it takes to get a taste or some flavour or even just catch a break I’m off the wall like when graffiti's been buffed I’m getting up tagging jerm on the city I love Vancouver sun shine's over the mountains it isn’t much but sometimes I’m so astounded I get a buzz like one time I did some acid and O.D.’d like one time I O.D.’d on ecstasy and couldn’t breathe didn’t know my name or the date and I stayed in a coma like state for days I hated the bracelet and stated remove the barcode this was the third time I’d eaten a tube of charcoal hospitalized from high times I thought that I had died when I woke up with those tears in my eyes I had survived but I no longer wanted to be alive inside I was beat up and cheating myself with lies in time I've slowly learned to harness my mind no sniffing lines homie I’m only just spitting rhymes I’m off the wall like when graffiti's been buffed so give it up I’m like a virgin cause I don’t give a fuck don’t say what’s up to me dirty if you don’t know what’s up but show me love Vancouver is about to erupt so show me love in the form of handshakes and hugs let’s smoke some bud together and celebrate where we’re from individually or collectively how far we’ve come Vancouver BC I’ll represent till I’m done (x2) I animate like a kid with a can of paint tagging names up with faces on the side of a train after change like a homeless man if that’s what it takes to get a taste or some flavour or even just catch a break I’m off the wall like when graffiti's been buffed you can see me in the streets putting it back up tagging jerm representing every lesson I’ve learned you see a word can heed purpose depending on how it’s observed words or more potent than actions when they are stirred with the perfect nouns and verbs that reassure a person sure everything’s gonna be fine everything‘s gonna be all right (x2) I animate like a kid with a can of paint tagging names up with faces on the side of a train after change like a homeless man if that’s what it takes to get a taste or some flavour or even just catch a break

(x3) My quest has led me to this dirt this perfect Earth I circumnavigate this worthless person’s words and verses while you turn to churches in your search for purpose it just doesn’t work for Bertrand (x3) I don’t rap circles around anything if anything I’m talking out of the box and I don’t know how to stop So cast your ballot in this hypocrisy under lock and key a dog in heat a talking fleet of walking sheep tobogganing obviously this corporate monstrosity is not democracy My quest has led me to this dirt this perfect earth I circumnavigate this worthless person’s words and verses while you turn to churches in your search for purpose it just doesn’t work for Bertrand Moral of the story is not important when you’re born into it with no warning and told that you can’t afford it wish you were aborted every morning I don’t rap circles around anything if anything I’m talking out of the box and I don’t know how to stop I murder the bastards word hurdle the masses with my verbal gymnastics I’m returning to practice reoccurring in actions and deferring the passion through alternative rations of learning and asking Because knowledge is power and damn it all of its ours and can you stomach the trouble we’re stuck in? buried in rubble and fucking carrying buckets of nothing because knowledge is power and dammit all of its ours and can you stomach the trouble we’re stuck in? buried in rubble and fucking carrying buckets of nothing

jerm Plastic castors The Sickness Maybe I should be dating some wack celebrity you’ll never see me do it I’m already in love and that punk from Bad Charlotte’s dating Hillary Duff know what I mean? Sum 41 and Avril Lavigne but in my dreams Britney must’ve caught a disease from Christina Aguilera so she’s Federline‘s piece Maybe I should be all up in Paris Hilton but you’ll know it if I did because straight up I woulda killed her she’s a hoe and a bitch just like Nicole Richie I’d blow in Lindsay Lohan‘s throat with Fez with me Me and Maria go back like masturbating aye aye aye I’m an old dirty bastard and one day at my funeral I’ll roll on some plastic castors looking beautiful Cause that’s just the way that I roll my egocentric nihilisms out of control my chauvinistic hopelessness is advertising gold to these marketing executives that see inside our souls department of regurgitating everything that sold my apartments full of murder cases I am getting old department of regurgitating everything that sold apartment full of murder cases I am getting old Hip-hops flowing through me like the blood in my veins man I love her like no other and I’m calling her name Hip-hop girl your presence is a blessing I feel your essence I’ve learned lessons from you probably papa should’ve been stressing we went underground together when she lifted her dress and I wasn’t ready for it yet but thought that I got the message Me and Maria go back like masturbating aye aye aye I’m an old dirty bastard and one day at my funeral I’ll roll on some plastic castors looking beautiful Hip-hops flowing through me like the blood in my veins man I love her like no other and I’m calling her name Hip-hop girl your presence is a blessing I feel your essence I’ve learned lessons from you probably papa should’ve been stressing we went underground together when she lifted her dress and I wasn’t ready for it yet but thought that I got the message I’ll probably cry when Eminem dies cause I’m pervertedly in touch with my feminine side maybe I’m a closet homosexual lie I guess it all depends on how your gender roles define me maybe I’m the reincarnation of Jesus Christ a philosophizing faggot dragging his feet in life the crucifix I’m nailed to is plastic with advertising the stupid shit we do leads to traffic to our demise half the shit they told you about me was all lies the truth is I wasn’t even baptized maybe I’m a serial killer and just don’t know it yet maybe you’re inferior filler and I have no regrets maybe I’m a lost soul sent from some sort of spirit world an angelic relic out performing miracles maybe I am nothing but DNA maybe rotting in the ground is nothing to be afraid of take drugs and hope that it goes away fake love hate trust man I’m all the above maybe I am an old dirty bastard big baby Jesus rolling on plastic castors maybe death is a natural disaster but possibly my pessimism ought to be a factor I will be found in a noose at the fountain of youth you see to drink from the fountain man I never found an excuse I wasn’t thirsty for more not in this form but when I put my pen to the pad I am reborn (x3) I will be found in a noose at the fountain of youth you see to drink from the fountain man I never found an excuse I’m an old dirty bastard and one day at my funeral I’ll roll on some plastic castors looking beautiful