fauxcroft

Let me tell about the game

Waste man acting kinda lame,

Seems to think he’s cool

Puffing on weed,

Just a part of the infected seed,

Track suited and wearing chains

Just a fucking uniform looking all the same,

Baseball cap and lots of tattoos

Trying to speak like rapper men,

All sound like wannabe Jamaicans,

Few of them work or get up before noon

All about the drugs it’s a life born to lose,

Unless you mange to get some views on you tube

I don’t think there is much else that they can do,

Wannabe gangsta images they think they’re sick

Walk around acting like their lit,

Give it the violent, sexual shit

Sat in a cloud of weed this is the life, yes it is,

Speaking about sex like they’ve never had it

It don’t make you big but they’ve not got the wit,

To see it makes them look sad, they’re just trying to fit,

Into a stereotype of sulky fucking looks

Lost in the weed, think you look menacing,

Man you’re deluded and mistook,

Try being something different, something unique

Instead of just one part of crowd who nobody sees,

Hidden behind the smoke of mind passivfying weed.