ROLL CALL

They said it could be
A rush of failure all over me
Eclipsing hope with the blackness of a heart
Finding pleasure in the way lovers part
Free fallin’ not looking forward to the sudden stop
In an avant-garde jazz mood, all I find is pop
Can’t a sister find a package in its totality
Fellas, the “package” in your pants is your perception, not my reality
Friends fallin’ to the wayside…fuckers broke code
Put my ass in a Hunter’s mode
Can’t quite get it, men being a boy, women, being a girl
Fuck all is fair in “love and war”…all is “fair in the world”
Can’t find Leaders…hell, can’t create one
Too busy being fake, makin’ followers to get your bullshit done
Tired of seeing the “impossible” being “possible”, the drama is evermore
Don’t wish to be “Neo”…I’m “Morpheus” with confidence; I’ll kick the Machines Ass….
And win the war