I used to think I knew what I wanted
Until I got upon it
And like a pony she kicked
And like a doggy she bit
Now that's a real (BARK)
But I can never say it
Leave me contemplating
Summer nights
Writing isolation

I used to think I loved
And now I feel its hate
The light touch of your skin
Your voice makes me shake
Pickin my heart up off the ground
Is what it takes
Too see your face every monday
In the hallways
You pass me by
Right before my eyes
I watch you and I drift away
Like it was never real in the first place
But I still love you
Like I used too

I say she took my heart and never gave it back
Run it back
You used to cut your wrist i got you outta dat
Now you Rollin around wit cat
spending your stacks cause you worked at eat fresh
you used to be upset
Cause you had dreams i couldn't catch
the smell of **** was too fresh
Takin blunts to the head
head high
i held my head high
When i was high
Days go by
before i reply to the hi
You sent at 9
its been months no sun shine
But sometime
You still come across my mind or in a rhyme
And how i spend my time
i just copped a dime
What it wasnt on your dimes or nickles
Your dimples uses to make me tingle
Now im aiming at your dental
With a first full of resentful
but i could never diss you on a instrumental
iv picked the peddles
Thought you felt us on a different level
So l told gipedo
I wont settle
To puppet
for ******* in steledos.
Not even a hello
Can bring back the haylo
that you held low
when yo head hang low
but you said goodbye now your heads gone
Been high my heads gone
so till my heads stone
I live on
Until my last song
Im Jackson
Got packs on person
Im taking charge
Like you purse gone
So drag slow even if yo joint long
This that right wrong
So right on
till cows head home
Im dead on
Jojo been gone
So flows moe head strong
So ill see you in the rest room
got thougts that ill rest on until i get my chest on
Smith and west drawn because you were my best one
Jackson
Aka the worst

I blow a spliff before I jump off of my rainbow

And lately IV been searching for payloads of  pasios to take home so witness the paper chase I guess that's that why my father stays gone  and somebody gotta get it just for the lights can stay on

and mama has a job but we pulling up on the lawn for a car she can sortta pay on and teis no longer there cahrri can only play on that's why I gotta make  songs so untilI make my portion I have no mattress to lay on all I want is the green and ill take it without the crayons so mama we're gonna make it I put that on what I skate on