Theorem The Truth Serum
Unnamed Flow - Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum
I'm the pinnacle rhymin' about the cynical
things we face in life, you can cut it with a knife
like the fat off of your steak with your eggs when u wake.
I see America under attack for the things that we lack;
like our inability to translate the Constitution
or the way we give retribution.
There are so many things we have done
to buy our diamond rings
and the songs that we sing.
Why can't we live within our means
and cut the drama from our scenes?
We are a big fat flesh bag of insecurity
who give away authority to people
without the proper credentials
and who are a bunch of mentals
who think they won a gold medal.
They ride tandem bikes with one set of pedals.
There is no team in their game
only a place to shift the blame.
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