anatomy 1:1 - King 810

You wanna hear anger in a way never expressed before?

The boy speaking to you has kicked in doors

And put men on the floor

Is that enough?

Or

Or you want more?

You want blood?

You want guts?

You want guns?

You want gore?

You wanna tie a man up in his own house?

Beat him in the face with a pistol and tape his mouth

And just keep hittin' him til' there’s so much blood

The duct tape falls from his face and he screams to God above

And he screams to those he loves

To help him out of his situation

But God left the slums alone

So you’re sittin' here with Satan

And we’ve all sold our souls

The only difference is

You’ve got a cheap price

I’m sittin' next to where the Devil sits

And I’ve lost the center of my world

A life sentence means nothing to me

So if you look at me wrong or for too long

I’ll have your momma singin' songs with your family

And the choir

And the priest

Put your feet in my shoes

You will feel the same things

A couple decades worth of pain

And all you’ll ever know is my name

And I can’t make you change

How do I explain?

And where do I start?

If it sounds too crazy

Then I’m lying

If it’s abstract

Then it’s art

If I don’t say it poetic

I’m ignorant

If I do

I’m not convincing

If I read Rilke I couldn’t have killed a man

If I killed a man, I couldn’t have read anything

So I’m up late strategizing

Then;

«Wait.

why am I trying to convince narrow minded fucks I hate?

Of course they don’t get it

They’re built like shit.»

And I could’ve said it with metaphors

But this way you understand it, Goddammit!

At my back

I got the killers

And the thieves

And the bandits

And you think I care?

About clothes, shoes, and hair?

Mother fucker I’m from ruins!

You can’t wear my boots in

While you were kissin'

I was shootin'

This here is Flint, Michigan

(Haha)

While you were playing with your friends

We were burying men

And all they keep asking me is:

«Have you ever killed?»

They ignore the fact

I’m creating art at levels they never will

They overlook the fact

I posses a mind no one they’ve ever met posses'

So I overlook their question

But know my trigger finger’s restless

And to all of you making a living selling lies to the people:

A real has arrived

The people no longer need you