Ramblings

Call me a good book you can't put down yet.
Unlike a book tho with me you won't forget.
Ripped at the seems, stitches come undone.
A tale that Toys with reality, oh what fun.

Hope drags me on thru this horrible place I was put in.
The rope around my neck keeps it real and holds my head up.
Striving day by day to be good, to keep my spirit from sinning
times get rough, worse than before, use my blood to fill that cup.

Many, too many sleepless hours of dreamless days.
Being sucked up now in this winter haze.
Return to a cold stone cold stare
After fun and laughs with everyone there

He left me at three yeah My dad was a prick,
I was hanging on a ledge and he just let me slip.
I was only three, too young to realise.
His main plan was to break all emotional ties.
I hate what I write, because what I write is only truth.
He was never there but I still had a banging youth.
At some point in my youth I died in my sleep and when I woke I saw the world in its true light.
My eyes were opened to the madness, the chaos the pain, I saw the world with new sight.
I grew up worthless, roaming the jungle the streets through the heat.
Only one truth, only one real, it was my heart hear it beat.
I knew I was crazy back then, self diagnosed.
When reading through all I wrote it clearly shows.
I'm immune to violence and death has no hold on me.
I'd kill you in an instant, cut off your leg from the knee.
This s**t is what make Chris brown wanna smack a b***h.
I'm not slashing stabbing niggahs or shotting in the block.
But there is a line and if you cross I won't hesitate to knock!
Smack a n***a take everything he got while he is on the ground, a phone chain and that pocket pound.
I'm a crazy little critter but I'm gonna be a winner
And some day some how I'm gonna be a bit thinner
But for now ima just sit back puffing on my blunt.
Acting like a fool and acting like a c**t.
It's the life style I lead, living only day by day.
And when times get tough I'll smoke it all away.
Ima critter on the street but a god in the sack . My number one rule is always double tap .
You might f**k her first time and not be on your game. So you get a second chance so you can blow her brain.
I know niggahz so broke they be robbing angels and pawning their halos
I'm a fan of alcohol but you know ill never ever liquor.

Ramble on and on


So much love to give with no one to give it, leaves me in a state.
So much love left to fester, eventually turning into hate.



I held you close and felt Your bitterness, but to be honest I liked it If i must confess. being in your arms feels like falling then being caught. When I first met you how far we've come now i never would of thought. Holding you now feels right, it fits. Unconditionally doesn't cut it, I'll never call it quits.

I masturbate during a mass debate about the ways in which we all fornicate.
There be mass debates full of ladies taking about how I masturbate over ladies z

As we came to the end of the road I turned back the time.
As we came to the end of the line I called your lie
Woah oh Now I'm alone and I know that time is my friend