(U)nderage liquors licensed in their spitting at bars,
(N)o one trying to vomit within these prisons, so I'm
(F)ine being in solitary confinement away from statutory
(O)bligations that would make even Fleece take it easy.
(R)oped into this life, thought I'd heard her but I
(G)ave in to treating her like they tricked my ancestors,
(I)ncidental suicides in the name of paganistic murders.
(V)oluption lead to our corruption, more rot than
(A)mbitious rust, 'cause at least weapons of destruction provide
(B)ravado in the uncertainty of these 40 days amongst 4 thieves.
(L)ove was made momentarily, providing an art to the noise of society, but
(E)ven the strongest minds choose to be a follower while
(Y)earnings of new looks couldn't exist because the novel
(O)penings of the surgeon were judged by booked I's...
(U)mbrage should be taken, but conserve the handouts, 'cause if
(T)ruth be told, then may it be able to constitutionally
(H)ope it's manifest destiny to not let this man's fresh get the best of me.