mind gone family trying to admit me into rehab sometimes wonder if they my enemy do they really support me or out 2 get me
put'n soul in song is it wrong 4 you to believe in god but not to smoke his seed got to admit i'm an addict to the weed
it helps free tears ever body struggle in your eyes am i humble or trouble some but i gotta give back to them
what they gave me dec 16 memory the police knee stuck to head like barrel of a gun dam me threating me beating me maybe my reality
is fuck but flesh told me police brutaility proverbs told me i can leap over a wall i can run against a troop biker cop boots fall
not that far behind to pick him up wit an upper cut a sword to the neck you should have never disrespected me now your a causalty while you sleep you think of me
acting like a crack head because when you come up missing nobody cares you dead could be laying under yo bed to take you head and put it on a spike bitch i don't like
none of yall dallas police you think you the beast call me the cracken spiting out bones after the feast fucking mercy nutting perfect hatred over family tree
i can't let things be what this world did to me turn out when pops was shot mom no dam a day a go 35 and can't let it go i ask god 4 love mo jo
grasping nothing but wanting murder why can't i be a father to my daughter a brother to my brother a son to my mother a lover to my imaginary wife
dam i'm tired of this life daydreaming of mya lust or desire rocky roads or fire but whatever the beauty inspire me to keep going forever
dodge ram moving forward before library session expire some days i could be a liar and every body getting over but it's time to return for the seed i planted planet
daily superman or villian master baiting chumps to the pit pool phews full of fools listen to rules news that turn you in to jack on threes company gay or is it a play
but one day karma returns watching you burn like taking taquila shots no salt no lemons i'm the worst kind of demon because i'm never leaving even when the beat start
no to smart thinking it's over i rize up on elm street not jason but freddy wit one blade instead of five lone star branded into my skin i bend flexible
You hooked me -- but my eyes is closing ^UP^ on me ...
Nice read so far -- *yawn*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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