-The Beltway-

At the rate i'm goin

Little hands will be all that hold me back and

The minute men they stand and watch

Well fuck them through

Don't lose touch

Better keep those shoes

And specs on the middle

The minute men they stand and watch

Well fuck them

Still approved,

Located in the region

Somewhere off of bermuda

Caught on quick,

Consider it belittled

Tired and deleted.

Everbody look its a breathing stepping stone

Not to be confused with my meanlingless monologue

Hummingbird

Killed the lion's pride

With the

Streaks of shade

And by the way.........

I'll be frank,

Where lights dim under pressure,

And ignore applications,

Excuse me,

Corrections are appealing,

Locks to secure breathing.

Everbody listen to him, he speaks in monotone,

Another cyborg among the fertile drones.

...and now i bare this curse for you.

Not for him.

It loses a blinker,

Fought both sides,

And now i bare these thoughts of you,

Not of him.

I'll stay right here and gaurd the similar.

Strike!

Leg up, say you'll get.

Tell me you'll get it.