with four waring factions
you might turn up on a 6th front
the fight might be internal
now judge the right from wrong
persistent laziness
limitation in your mother tongue
you slip to clichoid stereotype
"fill up the upteenth bong"
didnt seen it comin
still it amazed me to an extend
to show the astonishment
you just might to pretend a bit
the evil quadruple
of the different descent
the four bros are all bastards
so bow down and repent
for their well being you suffer
clean your lungs and head
cos in the second round
you will still need to take a breathe
the clever the cunning
the promiseful the methhead
all of those approaches
im going hollow back to bed
clean out the dust bin
flush down those speedy shits
i need some time on my own
regroup, sleep and then call it quits
any internal warfare
will tear you to tiny bits
"medecin, au secours!"
the cell phone comes back with bleeps