كلمات Grow Some Balls

I’m said to be the pimp’s snitch My protection always festers your fun Your paths diverge and you cannot Uncouple from that same old circle The circles you scribble on Every damn straight route you plan Your directions are always dizzy I believe it again, the waiver remains Such confidence’s claws puncture inside my throat Grow some balls, carry your burdens You speak of maturity But that’s what’s needed to fill your hollow voids A god feels afraid as your ego bloats Grow some balls, carry your burdens Learn that glory Befalls when you behold What’s in your mirrors’ Surroundings Is this too much for you to twig?