Never a sober moment- I stay hoping its all worth something beyond holding unreachable dreams that fade with every swig of each newly opened bottle-
Life at full-throttle- Logic holds no bars on my passions for which I'm enslaved to these irrational needs spawned from self-prescribed medications & liquors-
Time goes no quicker but the aging continues to mark these mad deeds-
My face showing 1,000 days more spent growing...
10,000 days more spent knowing nobody can ever know me as I know me-
I am ALWAYS alone and will ALWAYS be lonely-
So my brain stays slowly eroding the pain with each hit I'm smoking...
Slowly corroding my veins with each sip of the jack and coke and
I was raised to stay ahead of the rat race but I dropped out half-way-
Lost my bed and I'm not crashin now 'til I'm on the slab I've made-
This is the hell I've made.
I raid my mind for perceptions and perspectives to rid my hopeless
thoughts from my mind so my life isn't cope-less- But I'm dope-less
and I can't unwind,
and time keeps persisting,
insisting my outer-vision is just intermission from my inner-wisdom-
Nagging, riddling my mind with guilt
for these mad deeds I commit wittingly
though know they're unfitting to me... (and they are killing me)-
Buy me another drink- blacken more cells with my debauchery
'til they box me in my coffin cuz an irate rapist slaughtered me-
Or until I win the lottery... Or 'til it all comes together by itself
cuz I can't help myself... (or anyone else)-
So to hell with toasting to health! Toast to roasting in hell with me
With your firey wounds gushing out your 40 you toasted with me-
Cuz FUCK
THE
WORLD!
We just step on it for profits-
Stake claim, and check your wallets for blood of a million ghetto prophets-
That is my hell WE'VE made!
These mad deeds can't be healed only heeded-
Ever the bad seed
doin thousands and thousands of mad deeds
'til the last beat of my being-
Pumpin my blood with drugs to feel freedom,
but it brings no relief it only releases my demons-
Do you feel them?
Life at full-throttle- Logic holds no bars on my passions for which I'm enslaved to these irrational needs spawned from self-prescribed medications & liquors-
Time goes no quicker but the aging continues to mark these mad deeds-
My face showing 1,000 days more spent growing...
10,000 days more spent knowing nobody can ever know me as I know me-
I am ALWAYS alone and will ALWAYS be lonely-
So my brain stays slowly eroding the pain with each hit I'm smoking...
Slowly corroding my veins with each sip of the jack and coke and
I was raised to stay ahead of the rat race but I dropped out half-way-
Lost my bed and I'm not crashin now 'til I'm on the slab I've made-
This is the hell I've made.
I raid my mind for perceptions and perspectives to rid my hopeless
thoughts from my mind so my life isn't cope-less- But I'm dope-less
and I can't unwind,
and time keeps persisting,
insisting my outer-vision is just intermission from my inner-wisdom-
Nagging, riddling my mind with guilt
for these mad deeds I commit wittingly
though know they're unfitting to me... (and they are killing me)-
Buy me another drink- blacken more cells with my debauchery
'til they box me in my coffin cuz an irate rapist slaughtered me-
Or until I win the lottery... Or 'til it all comes together by itself
cuz I can't help myself... (or anyone else)-
So to hell with toasting to health! Toast to roasting in hell with me
With your firey wounds gushing out your 40 you toasted with me-
Cuz FUCK
THE
WORLD!
We just step on it for profits-
Stake claim, and check your wallets for blood of a million ghetto prophets-
That is my hell WE'VE made!
These mad deeds can't be healed only heeded-
Ever the bad seed
doin thousands and thousands of mad deeds
'til the last beat of my being-
Pumpin my blood with drugs to feel freedom,
but it brings no relief it only releases my demons-
Do you feel them?