my transgression from Doomsday Culture by Bella Bliss

intro:

muhlaysia booker: "this time i can stand before you, whereas in other scenarios, we are at a memorial"

golden state killer:

(gonna kill you, gonna kill you)
(bitch)

first hook:

got a call from my celly
but there's no information
on who's threatening to kill me
as i fear their migration

if you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again
if you need help, hang up and then dial your operator

verse 1:

i know there's incentive in harming people just like me
especially when they have nothing to lose after they strike me
i never leave the home without access to a weapon
mother tells me that these boundaries were made for overstepping

i went on a walk through the broken neighborhood
and then i saw him peek from a corner and instantly understood
frozen in place as he approached with his hands deep in his pockets
wasn't long until he wanted to launch a payload from his rocket

i tried to be resistant, but the predator was persistent
consent was nonexistent, he was much too insistent
i was screaming for help but no one was around to hear me
if i had told him my identity, he would have never come near me

i'm not like the other girls, but i blend right in with them
and they can't always tell, for a femme is still a femme
as he grabbed me by the dick, he reached for his knife as he shrieked
so i had to blow his fucking brains out and then toss him into a creek

second hook:

catching a body like i'm Mr. Miyagi but i'm not
into karate, i am simply a hottie
but the government's caught me / and fought me /
so i'll be / rotting / with no / sense of belonging

verse 2:

take it like a man, or catch a charge like a man
you tried to play the cheat code, but we got the V-code
lay down on the bunk here, and he'll be your cover
and ravage your soul for the rest of your summers

you think you can reject the advances
but we got enhancements, cuffs to comply with commandments
eternal harassment, get down on the pavement
do you really wanna find out what's down in the basement

guards and inmates united, i'm embarrassed and frightened
the eruption of giggles at what's supposed to be private
the echoes loud as a riot, the inmates begging to try it
my punishment's their reward and yet i have to stay quiet

i tried to plead for an out, but the warden didn't buy it
they denied it and said that i'm just a dormant rapist
escorted back to my cage and i can't escape the zoo
or they'll try to kill me like the man who they hired to do (that night)

third hook:

fight for survival, i have a right to a trial
and it's my opportunity to make a case for my autonomy
but without any sovereignty, self-defense is no commodity
they know this, enable this so there's no room for stableness

verse 3:

the courthouse is packed with outraged supporters
the conspiracy to brutalize me is met with fury
opposition still fierce with lies they feed to reporters
i could only rely on a dozen members of the jury

i'm laying out their atrocities, i'm flattering their vanity
cuz they got it in the bag with the president's investment
reverse the roles and i might have to plea insanity
because the story's overwhelming for the judicial assessment

i still had the metadata from the frightening phone call
but despite authentic info, I've been labeled as neurotic
in apocalyptic times, no protection for the dolls
just institutions for the girlies that they deem as psychotic

they ordered me to the ward and the criminals got away
i wanted to go home but i was led astray

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