Topaz
05-06-06, 12:40 AM
man..... honestly, f*ck this whole sh!t...
i'd rewind my life to the 9th grade...
i would go back from stopping the whole masturbation sh!t
continuing masterbate and draw
then i'd get tired of the whole sh!t...
would have a vision of me being the main bully in charge
i'd be peddling drugs, crack, heroin til my cash box was extra large
i'd buy tons of guns and i'd wear all black
and i'd attack any son of b!tch at the place where he rests his hat
feared black man approaching everybody i don't like with a backhand
i'm taco bell'ing it... stressed out, in college
skinny as f*ck, whiny, sitting on my dreams,
getting slept on, dissed because my physical ain't brolic
for real.... i'd be living in my own place, have my own wheels
not living like this, jacking off everybody, check my blog, wifeless
i don't give a f*ck about this sh!t.. f*ck living righteous
i'm in a was teenager, now adulthood life crisis
sometimes i get up, thinking about numerous suicide devices
folks telling me to get up and do it
but see... something in me got me overdosed on brake fluid
always looking in the mirror at myself, i see the wall instead
guess i'm translucent
wishh i was opaque
my dreams play out involutarily like my sh!tty life, wish they were lucid
i watch them take a tragic turns, i wake up in cold sweats
currently, i'm sleeping on a makeshift mattress
my aunt got my bed for a brief moment
but i'm still catching around for fire hazard so i won't end up in ashes
in my brothers room, he be reckless
you can check how much tissues with boogers he leave on his floor
probably got the flu, possibly infectous
he sleeping, sometimes snoring, pausing inbetween, going breatheless
while i fight the sleep off in the dark, listening to the music
acting like i'm restless
but yo... back to the fantasies part
i be thinking about being on the train
anywhere but here because my real life is turning me insane
when my life turns hectic and it begins to rain
the world ingrained in my brain becomes the umbrella
i'd rewind my life to the 9th grade...
i would go back from stopping the whole masturbation sh!t
continuing masterbate and draw
then i'd get tired of the whole sh!t...
would have a vision of me being the main bully in charge
i'd be peddling drugs, crack, heroin til my cash box was extra large
i'd buy tons of guns and i'd wear all black
and i'd attack any son of b!tch at the place where he rests his hat
feared black man approaching everybody i don't like with a backhand
i'm taco bell'ing it... stressed out, in college
skinny as f*ck, whiny, sitting on my dreams,
getting slept on, dissed because my physical ain't brolic
for real.... i'd be living in my own place, have my own wheels
not living like this, jacking off everybody, check my blog, wifeless
i don't give a f*ck about this sh!t.. f*ck living righteous
i'm in a was teenager, now adulthood life crisis
sometimes i get up, thinking about numerous suicide devices
folks telling me to get up and do it
but see... something in me got me overdosed on brake fluid
always looking in the mirror at myself, i see the wall instead
guess i'm translucent
wishh i was opaque
my dreams play out involutarily like my sh!tty life, wish they were lucid
i watch them take a tragic turns, i wake up in cold sweats
currently, i'm sleeping on a makeshift mattress
my aunt got my bed for a brief moment
but i'm still catching around for fire hazard so i won't end up in ashes
in my brothers room, he be reckless
you can check how much tissues with boogers he leave on his floor
probably got the flu, possibly infectous
he sleeping, sometimes snoring, pausing inbetween, going breatheless
while i fight the sleep off in the dark, listening to the music
acting like i'm restless
but yo... back to the fantasies part
i be thinking about being on the train
anywhere but here because my real life is turning me insane
when my life turns hectic and it begins to rain
the world ingrained in my brain becomes the umbrella