Weak words write rhymes wrapped in ribbons Hard bars do change lives after prisons Smart bars save lives too caught up in they dealings And odd bars for the homies just tryna keep a lid on they head a fuckin roof on they ceiling I dont think imma write a rap im a just jot down some words just see where my head is at see i be speaking to my self think he deceivin me bleeding doubt into the thing that earned me dignity the thoughts that circle round around till i let em out then they just start to pitty me then i fester in the wounds till i shut somethin off then out comes the shitty me A Mean and murderous mad menace a man made of merciless mastered and malice manifests madness malevolent factors the missfit mocking nameless masters now do the ritual- yea make it matter The count of bodies steady rising gonna need a ladder in the jungle best be quick protect ya life and make it stick be quick be steel be hard or just get played the other card instead of chillin out on the boulevard youll be punching in your card So when you see me pay respect Or else like wu said you best protect ya neck Cause ill be choppin through like meth Shadowboxin em right n left A groovy beat to beat em down A fucky flow to steal the crown Cold as fuck—yah, walk em down drag his ass all over town. I been layin here awake - cant go to sleep i start drown - for fuck sake - like the place learned to cry when im not looking too That tick in the kitchen keeps twitchin its chain like a dog that got sick of sittin for me waitin to get shittin so with no admission he dumped that shit on my pillow now he wants out to fuckin play. Pain don’t knock, mate; it’s got my key. broke pulled a slimey jack move. off did NOT keep it "mutha fuckin G" Dead quiet, no sound then - gulp, gulp, gulp -; now the walls too fuckin loud keep me every single fuckin night with the racket echoing from all around. while the mice sing the song of my whole fuckin life Yah, finally got space—six feet down, aye!...finally with a lid on my head. heh. get it? ded. I keep kickin the shit out the bed like nah, not yet, I got wet socks, thicc debts and a thousand and unsent texts i still ain’t sent yet There are worms in this wood and shit, dont everybody wanna get fed? I’m like "get fucked, I ain’t fundin a feast for your kids." 'fucko'wn Red little digits keep blinkin; but wait...oh fuck look the meter ain’t broken, it’s countin the cost as the lil bitch ai cocksucker digital fuckin tickets countin up tokens yea a soul ticket so wicked born out the mouth, kick through the thicket burning on entry "now boarding life, please present your ticket" I kick at at the door, try to take a peak the hole the spy but oh fuck better get back think i hear a click from inside, then my own fuckin voice tells me in a voice "nobody’s home. unless that is youre looking to fuckin die" I paid for a view of the sky—well, he lied; it’s a slit in the brick where the flies slide their lives for the nine eyes. Pride blinds lies bind minds eye confines cut ties despise the high price to become fuckin wise shut your heart when someone tries to pay a visit the boy inside died long a go but no one saw they watched and missed it oh well so sad thats rough lifes long move along do not be glum just humdeelumbumbum put the poison in a song Told myself too tidy it up, yup tuck it in, shut the blinds, remove the sin, begin to show sign of a found single donatable fuck; but the room’s been gettin smaller with the walls already thin Those walls take a step, then the wardrobe takes two, and the voice in my head says through a stoinky grin "in the vent youll find a ladder, climb it until the air begins to thin the fall right off it doesnt matter" and then the laughter stars again I’m still on the line with my life stuck on hold, hearin some cunt 2 blocks away play with a gun. this is it, watch the dealer finally fold hum along with me while the ceiling begins to fall hummmmm hummmmm hummm humm humm hummmmmmm yes bitch I got jokes, smoke, i mope and im constantly runnin broke—just sit with me, its alright; you ain’t gotta fix it. i survived i fuckin lived it lets fuck around - hit the town baby make some bad descisions lets fuck around - hit the town baby make some bad descisions lets fuck around - hit the town baby make some bad descisions lets fuck around - hit the town baby make some bad descisions lets get manic yea panic erratic straight static mind fuck rabbit just scattered with every recent thought that mattered best grabbit godammit without it were..... fucked yea fucked again by ms head man im tired of these whislers wishing we was fuckin dead evil thought of hurt and shame echoes in my ears ringin every day - but hey atleast i got this music dawg a place to put the shit i need gone to talk about what happened then from wild abstractions to the center mark a place to finally rest the dead and then finally reoccupy my head till then I promise ill stick around keep workin on this ok sound
