Waking up, Like a star With the darkness All around Glitches of realities Are making A difference In town to town Focused branches Of brutality Makes up for tranches Made in rounds Up on the hill We see it all Like a bird but Staged to fall Down on the road Like tumbling weed Crashing and filling The stones of greed Hustlers are making Fresh and loud Songs of love Fuck around Bills are in polls Up your game Fill out the knolls Of fuss and stains There is a magic In the crowd That fills up a caddy Gone to frown Make up your mind And let it flow Things may change Just you get the low pH! Lower your pH! #kruelt
