Where anger diesA Poem by TylerI need a doctor to kill these thoughts and exile me
I feel like oh I feel
I feel like oh I'm running. Running I'm running In f*****g circles and I'm back to square one This is ground zero , the buildings fell I was ducking under my desk Bomb threats weapons and drugs Where the f**k am I Where the f**k are you Pick up the f*****g phone .... They misconstrue my happiness Say cause I have a car money I'm happy Maybe I'm privileged I am But I ain't apologizing no more for my life Cause you ain't lived in my head A gun on my bed A dumb w***e on my bed Ain't giving me head I'll give her head the world and a bed - Get the f**k in the shed I'm sharpening my knifes -- I feel like oh I feel like running. Like running I'm running oh I'm running But Im running in f*****g circles Okay let's get to the point I'll come at you as if I had rabbis I'm biting my lip then your face then I'm Coming for the crown. The seat. So stand the f**k up. That's my chair I'll break over your back ! So back the f**k off ! This is duck duck goose and I'm loading my shotgun Wait Canada goose wants an ipo ? The f**k for ? You stuff your jackets with goose Oh okay I get it , my bad My bad I'm seriously sick in the head I feel like I'm running like I'm Running Running and running in f*****g circles I'm Circling my past seeing my present then my future But my past is catching up to my present and I'm seeing hearing the presence of a higher presence a higher calling a higher power But I can't afford to pay my electricity bills So f**k you Toronto So I'm running I'm running I'm f*****g running I ain't got anywhere to go because I'm running in f*****g circles © 2017 Tyler |
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