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|Blame (standard:non fiction, 609 words)|
|Author: Jonboydub||Added: Feb 21 2004||Views/Reads: 1933/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Blame, everyone wants to blame someone else for all of our problems. Just something I wrote because of how I was feeling at that time, about people who will not take blame for thier own actions.|
BLAME Jonathan Pettus Someone is fucked up in the world today. Everything is crashing in around us and we don't even realize that our world is in one big state of decay. Who can we blame it on so we can ask them how to make it ok? Just follow that long trail of paperwork and it will slowly lead back to everybody, but there is the problem my friend! Throwing blame around like it is shitty weed. So let's get along, light the bong, and just maybe we can break this mother-fucking trend. If we keep throwing around blame all this pain is going to continue to pour like the rain in a hurricane! We need to find an answer to this cancer, but just like the crabs on a whore it all keeps growing faster. Fuck the solution! It isn't in a church or a money hungry pastor who's just posing as the dirty White House devil in wolves clothing. Like fear and loathing, their ain't no American dream, we need to come together as a team, we're busting at the seams, I know ya'll know what I mean, I'm going to be the first person to come up with the theory of a world dream. Place blame where you like. Say it's the kids on drugs, it's like this you see; go ahead and blame all the pharmacies and government agencies as too why kids these days want to run around tweaking, tripping, and Rollin, off ecstasy. You see that every choice made by anybody effects everybody. So let's just be we and live in peaceful harmony. I do not mean to sound like a 70's style hippy. They had their day, now I'm fucked up, mixed up Jonny. This is our generation to bring our own freaky hippy-X-type stylee. Stereotypical trends; Calling those who we do not know something we think they are. Means were judging because were scared of all these different stylees. So we set up bars, so here is the message that I want to send; A group of friends, is that all you think there really is? Do you think they will be there when this world comes to an end, all that will come is good if we all befriend and their will be no end? Hell, go ahead say I'm depressed. Thinking of nothing but mankind's death, you need to take a rest. Think of the best, what do you think this cracker is doing? Why do you think I am flowing? I'm trying to get you “government sheep” to come out of your corral with some kind of hope so you don't wind up in disappointment crying and moaning. Just doing what I can to bring this fucked up world something worth while so you can smile. Man, we would be rolling in style, if we just go that extra mile and fix our foolish morals. Sometimes I even wonder why I even try to bring all these rhymes, and bring myself all this fucking toil. Just be yourself don't give into the trend, you will find wealth, when honesty is what you send. Nobody will be pulling the deuce, deuce out the trunk of their car, cause maybe people will start to be just a little more friendly, but sadly I find that people are to scared from their comfortably numb ways. They do not want to stray too far. So fuck it... Bradley and Easy E, where's the fucking deuce deuce? Where ya' think cracker, the trunk of my low rider. Why can't this world see that every generation they produce a worse batch of fighters? Tweet
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