Straight Shooted Sham (OG)

Is it something about the way I talk and taste? Spitting the sulfur and blood, right back at my face. Laced with the pace I needed to appreciate the race, You'll take my glaze graciously anyway. Graze among the paid you paid to stay fake, I'll be the bait any day, just to stay awake. You take and take, When we always can relate to the hand feeding grapes, I pray that apes don't meet and mate through this hell scape. Great.. I'm not gay. What a shame.