A Bull

I wrote this verse for a song.

I'm a f**k up, I live in a lean to,

I do what I don't mean to, and don't do what I need to,

Got the anger of a fool, get PISSED and pay a TOLL,

then I trigger the BULL, and LET it target my soul,

Daydreams of screams left with just a smoking barrel,

Family staring down at my blood soaked apparel,

but if bullets crossed my mind, like bullets cross my mind,

then consider this rhyme recorded in past times,

so I gotta get the money, a cure for my tummy,

ain't just about the food, when I say that I'm hungry,

Maybe I'm crazy, I thought it was established,

Just look at the scribbles I jotted down in my tablets

I'm trying to stay sane, but tell it to my brain,

when s**t gets slain, it sometimes stains,

Don't let anyone say, I never went to war,

It's an everyday battle and I still ask for more.

Reviews

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Very nice, our minds can definitely be a war between are soul and are brain.