it isn't real anyways.
i don't need your news.
nowadays everything is faked.
fack that, and fack u 4 feedin' me lies.
report the real stuff like immigrant in the desert that dies.
tell me about the money that is unaccounted for...so i can reclaim it for the poor.
tell me about the pregnant girl from Roswell N.Mexico that got tossed out by the border patrol in the high-school where she thought she was safe.
tell me the truth loser.
i can smell a rat in a suit.
wear your crismas tie, and lie so i can die .
i am throwing up already,and the others too-we arent that estoopid..like you think we was and we always should be.
theres no more gold, theres no more silver, and there ain't no more manifests to destiny.
i did not need your news... so i killed the t.v, and i swallowed a pill so that i wont feel what you tellin me.
i don't need your reality show or your bling bling blankety boo hoo..puro pedo mentiroso chupa hueso.
i don't understand what makes it so difficult for you to speak the truth-it's that payroll effect mmm-heh?
don't mean to offend you, but i'm goin' around collecting compensation from you for my time, and my space, and for your generational ill-way of tellin' lies to my face.
what were you thinking that i would never wake up?
that i would slumber under forever and pick tomatoes and hoe hoe hoe sugar beets?
beat me, and put me away; like the political hoe that disobeyed, because she woke up from her American dream, and realised for herself it was her worst nightmare.
rape me, and ejaculate on my face, while i erase this memory of you on top of me thrusting into me shame and disgrace.
i am not afraid of my constitutional rights as they buckle down tight on my throat,while i sit gagged with hands bounded, forced to watch... another sister in Juarez drowned in the river while her heads' still filled with hope.
i don't need your news-i got mine.
Diana L. Joe [crazy]
wriTes For RighTs
i don't need your news.
nowadays everything is faked.
fack that, and fack u 4 feedin' me lies.
report the real stuff like immigrant in the desert that dies.
tell me about the money that is unaccounted for...so i can reclaim it for the poor.
tell me about the pregnant girl from Roswell N.Mexico that got tossed out by the border patrol in the high-school where she thought she was safe.
tell me the truth loser.
i can smell a rat in a suit.
wear your crismas tie, and lie so i can die .
i am throwing up already,and the others too-we arent that estoopid..like you think we was and we always should be.
theres no more gold, theres no more silver, and there ain't no more manifests to destiny.
i did not need your news... so i killed the t.v, and i swallowed a pill so that i wont feel what you tellin me.
i don't need your reality show or your bling bling blankety boo hoo..puro pedo mentiroso chupa hueso.
i don't understand what makes it so difficult for you to speak the truth-it's that payroll effect mmm-heh?
don't mean to offend you, but i'm goin' around collecting compensation from you for my time, and my space, and for your generational ill-way of tellin' lies to my face.
what were you thinking that i would never wake up?
that i would slumber under forever and pick tomatoes and hoe hoe hoe sugar beets?
beat me, and put me away; like the political hoe that disobeyed, because she woke up from her American dream, and realised for herself it was her worst nightmare.
rape me, and ejaculate on my face, while i erase this memory of you on top of me thrusting into me shame and disgrace.
i am not afraid of my constitutional rights as they buckle down tight on my throat,while i sit gagged with hands bounded, forced to watch... another sister in Juarez drowned in the river while her heads' still filled with hope.
i don't need your news-i got mine.
Diana L. Joe [crazy]
wriTes For RighTs
