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Bard Aug 2020
Trippin and feelin, cripplin depression
Ugly complexion, sippin at concessions
Say its to cope with depression and oppression
But its hedonism and gratification
Basic ******* in lieu of connection
****** with no protection
My life needs an abortion
Get a portion spent without caution
Psylocybin and tax evasion
******* with no correction
Cocktails a fusion that cause confusion
Light concussion drinking white russians
Blurry vision a small contusion
Another forgotten session of confessions
Never learned my own lessons
Can't count my own blessings
Just count the shell casings
Bullets spent on the killings
Dead children for coffin stuffing
Dead presidents for coffer filling
Written off on tax filings
Tax credits for our kings
And all golden things
While I choke from the chains
Broke from bills and pain
A joke before it starts to rain
Work and you will gain
Sweat out your pores till it stains
Sticky and wet in your rusty red chains
Iron oxide is in your veins
And its locked you up in your brain
I came into a world of novacaine
Daddy addicted to release from pain
For every pill of joy he gained
I lost a little of the one from who I was named
And when the time came I left him behind
One of the many times I have sinned
Watched my flesh grow dead and strained
Till I could watch no more as he changed
Now I trip and feel a cripplin depression
My ugly complexion matchin a ugly confession
A dead dad left to his depression under oppression
Hidden in hedonism and gratification
Constant ******* without a connection
Cuz he ****** without protection
I wish I was chosen for an abortion
Blurry vision from all the drinking
Anything that isn't thinking
This is just another session of my confessions
Which I will learn none of the lessons
Soon to be forgotten
Lost in dead in all the oppression
Focus in on so much corruption
Never look at my own problems
Or my own solutions
I watch my own flesh grow dead and strained
Tried writing in a more stream of consciousness method
Bard Aug 2020
Depending on my addictions for some purpose
Lifeless without it lost conviction and focus
Burn resin and scrape glass live to the fullest
Madness is manic, uppers to heaven to be blessed

Conceit lets me do as I please, find pleasure find release
Deplete my mania, A choir singing to my pulse
Love and passion ringing within a erratic beat
Sorrow leaks from lesions as my flesh lets loose

I can't see I have lost my sight along with my rights
These chains are holding me tight makes me feel alright
In my brain is a cage with a prisoner who says hes a sage
Wonders why hes caged, but I see in his eyes hateful rage

I am just a product of the chemicals I take
Defective product who will barely wake
It doesn't make only here for its own sake
A cheap product that is soon to break

But faulty as I may be the drugs make me feel alright
The smoke in my lungs pulls me through the long night
Even when it chokes me It make me feel less lonely
I know its not really healthy but the choice is mine solely

I have given in to it fully this folly it makes me happy
Makes my cold heart feel sappy a state I want to be
How long since I felt it naturally, years ago maybe
Its just a distant memory that warmth coming to me

Used to throw myself into fiction but story's never saved me
Now I give myself to addiction cause hero's are all  2-D
My brain needs the correction and all it cost me was a small fee
A piece of my mind, piece of my time, piece of my sanity

Then I'm Free
Bard Aug 2020
Freedom of speech is only ever true
If no one is listening to you
Watch what you say you can disappear too
Bard Jul 2020
Methods of my confessions
Rhymes and simple expressions
Bard Jul 2020
Sometimes I look in someone's eyes and see the blue-collar
Someone empty-eyed with flagging pride and sickly pallor

From too many night shifts no sun in his life
Many nights thinking on being a waste of life

Recognized from countless mirrors
A visage that draws ever nearer

Fear in shadows of the mind
Nothing in the eyes to find

Nothing to impart
Not a single spark

Walking ghost
A empty host
Bard Jul 2020
A systemic epidemic amid the pandemic
Shots off at capitol hill and alls a panic
Forensics takes money from the shooter
Proclaims the victim to be a looter

Throw lives away like trash on the block
Take poor lives at their sides a Glock
Stocks soar, Deaths soar, **** just our luck
**** on tour at mast is the patriots ****

Peace an option until they grabbed their piece
Take the lease call your tab a life will cease
Six six six its the nature of the beast
Money, greed, and avarice

All they want is every slice of prosperity
They flaunt a salary a workless propriety
Makers, producers, and workers in poverty
Still, they will rule with iron sovereignty  

This goes on for four more I'm going on a tour
Camp on a grassy knoll taking shots of Cuervo
Not enough to throw off my aim though
My contribution is to the body flow

That's just how war goes, no justice no peace
Just taking justice away with a piece
When I feel a debt is to me I pull the lease
And I feel what is owed to me is some peace

That'll never happen till all my friends can eat
I may die in a miserable cell in complete defeat
At least my skin won't be fleece won't be meat
For wolves to eat I'll be a man crushed underfeet

Funny we still fight confederate beliefs
More like fight the degenerate beliefs
Of the weak and the meek thieves
Stealing rights and lives for conceit

Liberty or death is the creed of our founders
Yet when liberty is stolen everyone just flounders
Death is the only retort to fascist panderers
Tired of all this fake comfort as a ponderer

The answer soon to be immutable one last stopper
That can permute this course as the only offer
An election of a conqueror or a molester
Choice between a beast and death or a monster

One mimics ein fuhrer  the other will fester
So whats best here civil war or uncle Chester
Months until the toll bell calls on her electors
To choose hell or tepid **** to quell the defectors
Bard Jul 2020
Never got to be a child had to be the man
Age nine and I was the only one that gave a ****
So ****** I handle my **** the best I can
Cause nothins been free except for dyin
So I've been cheatin, stealin, and lyin
Since I was a youngun its been survival
To charm and lie see everyone as a rival
In a game where its death if you get tabled
I ran the cards with sharks, waters chummed
Everyone smells blood so my hearts stone
It don't pump red it sits empty in the bone
I will never atone for what I've done
But I'll live to see the sun
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