there's black ink in my pen--
but it's time to pick myself up--
rethink n' begin.
Again... Damn man,
a phoenix in my own right.
Swimming in the flames,
the love to be alone type,
'cause of fake friends like,
"Cop a vile, here's
sickness in a sack
to stop the wild fears!"
Right-hand man playing doctor
while he jeers...
Bitch, I hope you drown
in your crocodile tears!
Put the rock in rock a smile,
stretch scaly snake skin.
Crush n' light it up--
inhaling my daily patron.
Searching for serenity
my soul summons sounds,
to defend the whole in it
from the rain running down.
Grudges drum with my ribs-
ain't my heart that pumps n' pounds-
'cause what goes around
never seems to come around...
Take my pain n' dumb it down,
in hopes you understand,
their answers won't do nothing
but escort you to Wonderland...
Haunting memories
creep on like centipedes.
Men are beasts, when the wind blows
catch the scent of enemies.
My life's centerpiece?
The stress my pen released...
Remember me?
Heart of black ice like December streets.
Speak to the beat 'cause I got
no one else to talk with--
caught conversing with myself
just another distraught kid.
Shit, you got me acting
like I own a Bluetooth--
looking crazy on the block,
to play the part I cop a new suit.
Struck instrumental strings
sing in the silence.
The only thing that stands
behind me are these violins.
Sigh through the violence--
it ain't nothing new,
find pleasure in pain
love sirens coming through.
Hop on that ambulatory
bandwagon,
'cause life's a beach
n' I tried to slay the sand dragon.
Caught up, chance lacking,
but armed with Excalibur--
removed the sword from the stone
they sold me in algebra.
Next challenger,
tossed aside like a rag doll--
mad small in the scheme--
in need of pads ya'll.
Chilling with my man
I ain't seen since last fall--
rehash trash stashed,
hear the past call...
Haunting memories
creep on like centipedes.
Men are beasts, when the wind blows
catch the scent of enemies.
My life's centerpiece?
The stress my pen released...
Remember me?
Heart of black ice like December streets.
HOLLA!!!
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