Fake Fleeting Traps

You knew that
Your smooth talk can put in trial things
That you can’t leave to seem much wise?

You knew that
Every plot was attempted somehow from him?
But the penny price was higher
Than the efforts to denial

Dress your best clothes on
And look what you’ve got
Changing those hairdos with you comb

What would you do
If there’s just only a week to end?
Or if you have a whole life, friend?

Realign the main situations
You’ll be off the hook
When elevate your fancy levels
Don’t disguise with this
Some people live and die
And just forget living

Gotta kneel with a wallet
To his contract survive
Machine, shut down the maggot
With a permanent Black eye
But don't pick your cinnamon stick
You got to stay hard, stiff, thick

And reload your calloused eyes
Any hand can quiet him now
Ate too much salt with you

A thin soldier-man in line
Your heels blending shivers down my spine
I’m really getting how