People look different from far away
What happened to me why am I cursed this way
Kiss my feet or my hands
Only because you want them instead
Disconnected
This isnt Tetris
Cried on the streets of Berlin
Don’t know what time it is
Want my problems to go away
They won’t melt any way
You’re not beef enough or I just want to use you
Berlin you scare me
You don’t care bout me
Don’t want me to come
Do you wanna go because I know you don’t have blow
Not saying that matters but I asked
And you told me it’s beyond the past
Now put my fist in your ass
I’m beyond these rhymes
Trying to be better than yesterday
Fucking less people today
Because these transactions
Aren’t fulfilling the action
Inside my head
With that said I’m glad I’m in Berlin of our time
And it’s not 1939
Taboo Poetry 