The Fate of Many Things

I'm trying to get off the plantation
Farm raised me
I was feral in the cages and beyond saving
Low expectations
I'm next up blatent
Stress, chest
Heart palpitations
Greetings salutations
I got patience and pure cadence
Brick to nay sayers faces
Another doomer in the basement
Moving aggravated
While these jesters think they're entertaining
The poomps i gotta taste it



Credits
Writer(s): Tariq Taybi
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