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Came into the world allergic to the counterfeit, quarter water, pocket lint Obstacles to profit make a youngin' switch his countenance, beggar flip to monstrous Doubt from unbelievers strong as faith I'm movin' mountains with Clouds above unsettled dust, arouse the ghosts in exodus Inadvertent conjuring, the ground awoke to self-destruct Onward to oblivion, a march of poisoned animus Man confronting self, you've not the courage nor the stamina Abandon ship or ante up, we plunge the depths when given room Dove from off the high board to a shark-infested swimming pool Signatures and dotted lines, bloodlust over principles Wouldn't waste the ink but Ima show you what this pen'll do Sword of truth forever sharp, hostile in assemblage Love to point some fingers like you haven't lost appendages Carpal tunnel grip, I've broken arms and cloaked the evidence While pondering a future having not foregone apprenticeship Metalsmith - smitten by the hammer chose to forge the blade Watchful of the temperature and how it would distort the shape Atoms fit to shudder and convulse over an open flame Generations forward, brick & mortars full of golden chains Profit and economy, pockets swole from presidents Peddle, grit, and hustle - then and now, unbroken testament Tunnel vision dimming as a lie's enforced in rhetoric Coping mechanism for a life conformed to prejudice Who could ever hurt you once you hate the person you've become And opportunity has turned to someone quicker to respond No one ever said it would be comfortable for you and yours When it comes to business, better back it up or scoot along Hunger made him less than civil, scoffing at the gluttonous Paper-thin provisions but allowed to call it sustenance Nibble on forbidden fruit in cardigans and button-ups Copious consumption when you hardly stomach governance Broken bread with blessed coven, squad composed of heretics Lucid shamans, wandering spirits and sober derelicts Body, blood, and bullet, ill-advised to be so desperate Fear of missing out like you about this war and pestilence Chefin' from a haunted kitchen, summon of the dinner bell Glad to be of service if you want specific personnel Farm-to-table offerings, sommelier & zinfandel Underpaid & overworked to demonstrate we live in hell Above or here below, it's levels to the drudgery Calloused from ceramics, napkins enveloping cutlery Cursing under breath of special guests and their accompanied Never worked a shift where you were not impaired and stumbling Self-medicate when feeling minuscule And try to fill the void with other broken individuals Estimates for disrepair, no specialists to take it to Please don't shoot the messenger, I'm sorry, I don't make the rules