Meta-Droid

I am a robot in my actions, over and over again, from drinking to dealing, to hitting nasty ass bitches, not giving a fuck, this is what we do, how we live, animaltronic, coming to blow up your neighborhood, feel nothing, remember nothing, wake up the next morning a blank slate, ready to walk back into combat, nothing mortal, sweet, or kind going on, roaming the shadows to the brightest light, pushing away any help, cut through all by myself, know this truth, as the streets run deep with dark sanguine washed away in luxury sedans, eight thousand dollar rims, I am a commodity without a soul, only presence to get all that cash, no friends, walking ten feet tall, this is the remedy people seek, a skin they will never fit into no matter how much they try.