On the swagger, close the fist.
Trumpet blower, let me shine a twist.
For you and your curious antagonist.
You climbed down the slope business.
Bragging about a past that never existed.
Landing in a vacant lot, boogie and floss.
I'm not down with your dress code or slang.
The excess of drums your sanctimonious clangs.
I'll not bow politely, or appeal in apology.
I don't admire your strategy, or your biology.
Noise and color flood your euphoria.
Your a fantasy gangboss glorifier.
Colorful language sludge pipe flow.
Use your brain once steroidpump bro.
The word bribery came up, now you're in throes.
Still jacked on false praise pretending not to know.
It's values, or your ego, one has got to go!
In this case you wander round splattering swagger.
Fruit punch puke, party nuke your rise, just a fluke.
Built on sand and the way overpriced rags hang.
All the cosmetics the excessive energetic.
The robbery fails in court you'll flail it was bought
Not sent in the mail, yet you were solid you thought
Ethics died as you grandstand, where's your get out of jail?
Pay another bribe, flex and jibe, avoid getting nailed.
(Find out what you believe in that brings quality to your community. stop showing off, you are too old. Find something stable and practical perform if you need to perform building something sturdy. Forget your set of underlying sense of ostentatious bravado, your empty honor that leach your existence away.)
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