You All Points

You all points
You 77
and you 55
and you 28
spit out what ya'll ate
make room for me
as I run through the city
cracked crooked streets.
didn't care,
just all about the beats
and all that's free,
run you over with my creativity.
I will die soon.
It's OK, sink back into your narcissism
nothing really matters
especially what you do,
I am in a love-hate relationship
Your an Art Fascist? Will you silence me?
Hmmm..
because my wallets empty
and living my reality facade
pulling dreams out of the hat
Nintendo is the Universe
You all are the Duck
I am the one who shot you out of the sky
No more lies..
I am going to die and before I go
I will take you all with me...

I am 37