The Hourglass Reality

I see reality through my hourglass

Look into my hourglass

That is how I see my reality

All the while completely with all totality

I use my hourglass I check up on your reality

Realized you more of a pass than a fake

You aint about a life

You living like a king

Spoiled rat, fat rat, but now you backtrack

Looking like you had a heart attack

Ugly, fugly, lovely

That your mantra?

Oh well here is my kill routine

Rinse wash repeat,

I hire santa claus to take snatch back them presents

I hire santa claus to give them all to me

I call it repappropation

I call it reassuring

That all your life seem like a loss to me

You the rock bottom and i'm top shelf

That means i put myself on

I'm like a good pinot, I mature with age

I grow a price tag with age

Nothing for free so move back to your little subtext reality

Here in the land of me we say what we mean and mean what we say

There no such word as mean

There no such word for travesty, or scary faced savagery

No place for the fakes

They ate the most critical but tiny part of me

I have little heart left you see

Now I lack a thought for them thots you see

Them shits a waste of my vocabulary

I don't got that money

But I got a lot of honey

Attract all the flies so I can get to the real pie

So I can get the meat and the wifi

Connect to the world

Whole time you acting like you high and fine

You act like the god that never was

You was nothing to me

Now you nothing to we the society

You done fell off your pedestal

Now you acting like a peasant still

More like a stillborn rat

Still acting like you always on the attack

Truth is you been running

You been hiding

You never been an attack

You never been much of a threat.