hopeless

[FaceOneFresh]

hopeless, jokeless wish you would smoke this, whatever you broke bich call me when your token saguine animosity, lasvicious i say is what i should call thee, the games that you play all to martyr me, and yet i still live torturously involved see i cant be this way you make me to stay but if i go i hope and pray you leave me logged off, or bust a nice shot, hey man i aint a fan of figthing the hottest heats of hell but i hate feeling pain, im gonna **** up your utopia cause i know youre insane, call me what you will but you will never gain what you want to draw out cause i am the mane, the main public enemy number one, whats fun whats good whats great with you son, a ton of bricks be layed on my shoulders, if i had the will i would break these boulders, but im well enough off to know im poisoned, thats what i get for surviving on coysome hustle, that means i negotiate to live, like every second every day i know its a gift but most scoff at my love and throw it into tatters, im dead sober but i feel like im at a tea party with the mad hatter, through a looking glass my soul looks forlorn, cause of the struggle for revolution thats born in me, sorry B-rack but im still without dreams, cause my nightmares dont scare me, even tho ive planted the seeds, i wont be around for the crops, **** the police by that i mean **** the cops, deadlocked dreadlocks call me bloodclot, cause im a clone of a messiah who had god in a headlock, dead stop when you see a red light its meant to cause anger and you intrinsically fight to keep it within cause you know the law, green lights when you wanna stop the car and ponder more, yellow lights nirvanas escape from it all, into a dead zone they call zen zone in awe of the pure land this ****ed up country, aint nothing left but traveling but the worlds all sundry to its sin, vacant to a cause, prisoner ive been, since i was 3 feet tall, pundit on the stand saying to you all, if you cant see to free me you must not see at all, blinded to the facts, ready for the fall, i need to sew shut my mouth with my own paws, tear out my ear drums to no longer hear the goddess, pluck out my eyes to be brutally honest, flawless is even flawed diamonds arent forever and neither is god, rod and staff double portion of wrath im ready to drink it but not ready for the baptism of fire, im a murderous liar speaking truth through the wire, fallin down on myself cause im out of desire, out of shape and health, i ****ing hate notoriety and fame myself, akoo is something to aim to be, i just want the wealth and love in a family, but im outkasted, something of a bastard if you think hard you just might master yourself, then you think about kids, cause what you goin through and how do they live, its all just a giant shiv in a pork loin, spinnin on a wheel above a pit thats divinely created, and devilishly made, so sic with my poetry your sick if you behave in this ill society thats slave to the grave that means born to die hardly a way to display my talent without getting raped, cause jealousy is a ***** like god and the eve that he made, to steal her from adam he turned to a snake, im drownin in a river to raziel i must pray, parlay with me if you feel like dyin cause the drugs aint gone but i cant feel them or take them to zion, torch it all in disgust with the emotions im applyin, i dont have any brain cells left to be fryin :smoker:

[FaceOneFresh]

hopeless smokeless, relinquishing standards, lost in the hate of lost love with no manners, dandruff and hoary hair, screaching in pain with the holy mare jumping and shuddering feeling the anger, the wrath of god alone in the manger cause the parents went to pot, writing with the loneliness that got tupac shot, a lonely feeling that keeps all in tow, pissing off faggots that already know, just another savage caught in a web, just another wave in the flow and ebb, instead of another rhyme i dread i write another leg to my touring words of louie pastour strength medecine to the lost, writing with no money cause life is the cost, dross and gold fittin to go in the fire, if i dont come out i guess i was a liar, but at least i aint talk **** on sluts, then prove i was one taking it in the guts, like a knife from a blood, or a razor to my throat just to prove i got love, strove to pull out the drop you dove off the cliff without a moat, im quick to let it go, cause the therapy is money making insanity of droves of whores, i emplore the lord and sometimes im blessed, try to make thanks at best, just rest my head but they wake me, like Amon the holy vampire making earth shakey, bake me in the oven to kill off her yeast, or throw me in hell with the rest of the beasts, unsheath my sword and it cuts both ways, both forward and backward and no one behaves, still slaves to a system thats made to imprison till graves are filled, call me to kill bill, cause i hate checks and balances like credit card braile, bailing water on a sinking ship, picking up oars to bust a lip or jaw bone, shoulda left her alone in her watery home, but like t pain i ****ed a mermaid only mine was fat and white, thats right