“You walk by my friends,
Fake plastic in hand going sorry
my friends no you’re in debt we can smell it
Yet you who are not in the streets does nothing substantial gets with a paycheck!
It aint about the risk you took i allready have seen your downfall
You have no real will to survive with surviors
You only have the will to take pictures to mock people greater then you then when we are at our angriest, you occasionaly pay us
To take our anger out on your enemies because you’re weak and we are the hell hounds barking at the entrance!
We do not decieve some of us even shed a tear for the things we do still
I have no tears left for your kind
No love is lost
Only anger and hate for them because i am not responsabile for my thoughts only my actions and i havent dragged you down to the depths of hell yet because i know what you are
A FUCKING COWARD HOLDING ONTO A EMPIRE OF DIRT!”
Well either a good friend went on the road or he is long gone into the system for now all because some piece of shit cops punched a ciggerette out of his mouth while he was recycling, fuck the police. Got a old viking proverb for yah “heads on pikes dont conspire” think about it fuck your tourist economy! I’m calling it done for your guys shit!