Ghost of Jealousy

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There's something wrong with this, the whole urge to fight and rip their heads out.
The quick force to pull trigger and force the bullet out one more time and cause damage.
I try to hold myself at bay, let it go and not give a "tooth"... But I do, I bloody do and I want to reek havoc.
They think it's cute to take my friends and talk trash on my family like they have the right to shake my family tree.
They want to oppress and take all I got for their own when sharing had never been my strongest points of view.
They pushed me this far and I feel that force to want to hurt them real bad, real bad right now.
The force moves me straight through my door, I reach for my closet down under knowing what I have there.
I don't understand it. There's a strange cold in my spin, a shiver down my thigh under, a small voice whaling through my thought.
I've felt this force before but never asked it name. Felt it when that creep tried to take my girl from me.
Felt it more when those goons tried to take my family's love from me by acting all righteous and special... Those bugle headed creeps, I sure showed them.
Felt it when they gave Johnson a bigger half of the cake cause he was all fresh and cleaned up and I was busy and dirty building a robot... Johnson sure didn't see what I had set for him coming..
Oh I feel that same force now as these duns try to take my friends away one more time with their fancy rides and jeans out my door.
This force understands that if I do nothing I won't be little bro's best friend anymore and I'm only going to be keeping still my family tree.
After all, who gave them the right to come in and shake me, who gave them the balls to just come in and try to take from me.
But just before I pick up this cold dead metal with just one eye, just before I raise it high and cock it set, just before I rid myself of this tiny buggy situation I need to know.
I'm talking to you mr strong force that's gonna push me to finish this once and for all... Tell me, are you the freaking ghost of jealousy? Because I sure love your style.

#MJForever.
#FamilyForever

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