Pick me

Pieces rain downThen cut and moulded.an adoring crowdWhats not tto likeThe Gypsies rubbingThen passedSo they sayScreaming forYesterdays messIts not what it couldOf BeFlickering screenWipe your mindCleanDouble check ifIn doubtThe razor againstFleshIm in controlSo who's in charge?Speak and be heardAs the letters blurPick me out. Pick.Me cleanWipe the tragediesOut of the depthsOf my sinsWith a mangy styleI wanna know whosIn charge?Pick me out.Pick me outShot in my only standMy best suitSuch a tragedyStings like a bitchBut i manage mineI Pick it outThe birds Me cleanFeed me my nextLineDecorated and matchedWith sweet collageI wish a dreamim here let it beLiving off doubtSlip in,slip outStep outta mindIve joined theEmperorIm mocking whileAt his sideSo whos next inLineStill fighting theWorldAlways scrappingTo put linesOn top of linesA healthy dosePanicAnd seeing,imBound to bribeSo whats on yourMind?
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