They say twisted minds don’t believe
When the way is straight
They draw back suspiciously and
Wait for wile and guile, to smile

The stiff alarm I ignored you
New you were lying, but still old you close
Paperminting fresh notes, suckers
That will get laid but won’t get paid

Flesh throaters singing of tribulation
I love to whip your twisted mind
Tongue lashes, reams of read streams
Streaks you shriek! Dream lines of silence scream.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije