Nobody Gives A Shit

By Fortunate Ones
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Fortunate Ones
[Verse 1: Serge]
Trying to get a point across profanity free
Is like trying to find a job in this economy
Without a degree
Blasphemy
The fact that all we have is we
And the only time we use action is, when we're fucking play Wii
I have a stare only few would dare to test
De Niro stink eye, distinguished from the best
You bought a Caddy and a fur coat when I told you to lay low?
Damn, where the fuck your brain go?
High School prom never went
But always danced with possibility
You and I share a different form of humility
Fear of rejection is a form of exception
I can not be criticized for something you can not abide by
Can not see my life fly
New flow of Life
Lines
Newer flow this time
Fuck a bar, my fear of decadence
Expressed in every written sentences
Past tense
Mildly content till tomorrow
My plateau shifts
I pledge allegiance to the heights of the decisiveness
No matter the seasons, the faces never change
I've always been the type to size up anybody's thinking range
A modern day Dale Crover
Start a legacy and move over
Mistaken for the name before the one
I stare at paint dry
Cause that's sort of my idea of having fun
Then that clock, hits at 1
I get dressed, Johnny Cash
Reservation for 2, at the funeral
Minimum
Brain dead is the reason why in the afterlife
We are not forgivable
Cause in this time
You waste your time
On You
Tube comments
They out of line
You laugh out loud
But cry inside, kind of hide
Like damn...I really hate you like Vevo
Adam and Evil, we all know the real outcome to the sequel
The minds depend on something rather feeble
Food for thought, they resort to fast food
Gruesome sport, judging on these damn courts
Whats the point?
The point is, that in life, nobody really wants any pointers
Till they stuck in a dilemma with some folks pointing pointers
No lawyers
Body bags down some foyers
Don't do it to yourself
[Hook]
I'm a ride for mine
I'm a ride for mine
I'm a ride for mine
I'm a ride for mine
Beliefs Beliefs
Representing truth and peace
So why does a chicken really try to fuck with beef?
I'm a ride for mine
I'm a ride for mine
I'm a ride for mine
I'm a ride for mine
Beliefs Beliefs
Representing truth and peace
So why does a chicken really try to fuck with beef?
[Verse 2: Genetics]
Whatever happened to some principle
Claiming that your balling but your court is Municipal
Your association is the pro creation of stupidity
Your not going up, your elliptical
Stuck in one place
You should cut that arm off James Franco
Fucker you don't really break ankles
So why try to crossover me
I'm fiber optics you fuck niggas still rotary
Death bed flow yea Genetics mad ill
Never grabbed steel but I'd body artists in Versace
And cook the beats right in front of you like Hibachi
But not cocky I serve murder and they tell me gratci
One eye open like Sagat
I'm what's in common with the Gza and Dot
So why the fuck I got to spell it out
Go to wikipedia
And get off social media
If PAC and BiG were ghosts I would be the medium
Laughing at your raps
Fucking dead like Necrophilia
When your up to no good there's a consequence
Never push a ton but plan to be a Legend
A thesis from a brother who ain't made it yet
Machiavelli said seven
Brother I bring the theory down to 6 days
Your bitchmade
Fuck my enemy's bitch
Then eat what the bitch made
For realer
I really got that bitched trained
Sorry for so many bitches
But this game is full of them
So lyrically this a bulletin
I push the envelope in constant
Word king no james
Bring action like Bronson
Get off my Johnson before you suffocate
I put these governors in their fucking place
For I am head of nocturnal state
A dominatrix couldn't dominate me
Whips and chains couldn't make me bend over I'm on a higher plane so I call home World Trade
Center over/sent her over
I fucked the love of your life
And made loyalty my wife
[Hook]

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