Ordinance pt. ii

[Verse]
I ain’t been nothing true without my issues
My manic panic shit demands that i step on the plate
And live in bigger venues
Prancing haplessly around the words
I bend the tensile strength and then my bones snap
Wish that I could mend the tissue
Sift through dirt and sand, tend to miss the mark
Shift sharp big blades into wrists, I hit my target, ahh
Blood and screams wanting me to reach the end
The fun of fiending for agreement is I'll never see the win

My heart been struck again