It’s in the waiting
that I go quietly mad,
silently insane.

How’s he God if he let’s Lucifer let loose on us, That noose on us won’t loosen up but loose enough to juice us up. Make us think we do so much and do it big, like they don’t let us win, I can’t pretend it. But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo celebrate, hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches.