I quit my job while deep in debt
the devil made me do it
showed my boss mad disrespect
the devil made me do it
I claimed to be the king of the ******* south
the devil made me do it
retraced my steps when they found my house
the devil made me do it

Before I take a ****,
or even open my eyes,
I’m thinking of my trip,
to my lucifer guys.
They’re up for whatever,
and so down to ride.
Open my hatch back,
and down they slide.
Into the system,
these limitless prescriptions.
Looking for myself,
while i'm taking whats missin.
The depiction of myself,
is honestly twisted.
Honesty as foreign,
as **** is to christmas.
Sobrietry wishlist,
as soon as this **** hits.
There no stopping my little pitiful ***** fits.
I’ve heard I’m better sober
but I tried not to listen
I said that i felt broken
they said these pills would fix this.

I flashed my **** in a public street
the devil made me do it
I went streaking while i beat my meat
the devil made me do it
I called a nun an ugly freak
the devil made me do it
then we had fun in her backseat
the devil made me do it

It's the middle of the day
things are feeling hazy,
3/4s of my family thinks I’m ******* crazy,
the other quarter just thinks I’m lazy,
but thats okay because I may be.
I won’t know, until i try
so ice cold deep in my eyes.
Look for soul what do I find?
Another reason why I hide.
Why try hard to fall behind?
Running out of pills and lies,
refills will **** me in time,
but Dr. says I’m doing fine.
Am i though?
Are you alright?
Tell me dude
no need to fight!
Invite me back into your life,
the love and trust you used to like,
you threw away like useless lights.
Lighten your load, don’t hold tight,
to crutches just to walk upright.
You mumble and avoid your eyes.
As you go I hear you say,
I’m just doing this the devils way.

I told my dad I hate his guts
the devil made me do it
I lied and stole and broke all trust
the devil made me do it
I moved out quick it was a must
the devil made me do it
Then moved back in about a month
the devil made me do it

Man this moods the ******* worst.
I'll pop one more it couldn’t hurt.
Whats another?
The others worked.
I think too well, my stomach hurts.
I’m so ****** that I took too much.
I’m one week in, this script is rushed.
My ration game it ******* *****,
My rationale is love the lust.
While is lasts I'll have a blast.
But the devil gets his last laugh.
He’ll leave when I need him most.
Disappear.
A ******* ghost.
In my shell, yet so exposed.
Living hell, the devil knows.
What I need, and who I love.
He takes both, exchanged for drugs.
I stay afloat when I’m ****** up.
Living out an addicts luck.
Stuck inside the Devil's truth.
I did it cause he told me to...
I do it cause he tells me to...
I live it cause I always do...
I'm sick of what I’m told to do...
I do it cause he told me to...

A generation
of people
exposed to the evil
spoon fed to the children in time.

We grew up deceitful,
won’t budge till we need you,
to feel is to open our minds.

While different is scary,
and anger is bearing,
over a whole mess of pride;
we judge onto others
we’re scared of skin colors
and scarred by the media's lies.

Dumb content matter
a rung of the ladder
onto this corporate climb.
Cause who funds the TV?
The people who think we,
deserve all the scraps we can find.

The fatter the cat is,
the further the facts live
distracted from where they reside.
Statements redacted
the blames coming back,
full circle, with cyclical rhymes.

Who the **** do you think you’re talking to?
Going through the motions
you think you’re walking through?
Like lacking emotions,
makes up for the fact,
you make up your facts,
in hopes that no one crosses you?
Or shows you respect
that no one has shown you.
Cause you don’t show us.
I guess nobody told you,
being so low on life's totem pole,
in the sense that you’re light in heart and soul,
means that absolutely nobody,
could ever be below you.
So quit looking down, you’re bound
to find the older you.
The one you abandoned,
to show you’re a grower too.
Aren’t you proud now the whole world is over you?

I hear it in your words and see it in your eyes.
You’re weaker than you show,
"know it all" is your disguise.
Went to grow, to fall.
Taller hopes but not to size,
of the man that lives inside,
that heartless, aimless, shameless guy.
Not hard to shape the reason why,
he tries to shame when people try,
just to be themselves,
he needs some help,
with seeking decent vibes.
Addiction at it’s finest
find this person spineless.
Crying, and denying, asking
why in times of crisis.

Yo, just know man,
I mean it as i say it.
This the program,
get with it no debating.
I swear to ******* god kid,
I'll rearrange that face.
You’ve never seen this rage from me just yet, oh ******* wait!
Keep doing what you’re doing and
being such a ****.
Being such a *****,
is gonna get you hit.
I’ll hit you then I’ll quit,
pack my **** and ******* split!
Partaking in the shaking,
of your habit baby fits.
Complaining on the daily,
like its cute or something crazy.
Kid go find your ******* self,
before you tell me how things may seem.
Use that ******* brain,
for more than your berating.
Elevate yourself.
Hell won't be waiting on your "maybe".

First they like you cause you're different,
then they hate you cause you're different.
But it never made a difference,
I’m the same through all this distance.
There's different ways to live within this,
world that we have all been given.
My intentions never change,
because my brains been consistent.
Throwing blame until I listened,
to my problems cause they're *******.
No ones here to solve em,
so I got em till I ditch em.
Flying thru the rain,
just to prove that I’m still lifted.
When I'm shifted into gear,
I get rear ended by resistance.
The proof is in the pudding,
Jello stole my whole existence.
I lost my ******* way,
the day that broads became consistent.
Applause for all the twisted,
they make art without restrictions,
The way it’s meant to be, you see,
the system loves conditions.

Comfort is a privilege,
without it we would pillage.
In the ******* streets,
unleash the beast of the whole village.
If you’ve got a hole then fill it,
with **** or ***** or pill it.
Or if you’re feeling soul,
then go, re up on all your sinning.
Confessions just to fix it, and
lessons you just missed it, fam.
I guess it never  *mattered,
cause the battles never finished, ****.
I started as the villain
and got caught up in the *****’s plan,
that'll change your whole perspective
on this introspective image, man.
I'm into lots of women so I've learned
that I can listen.
But choose to throw the words that hurt,
while working like a cynic.
Business it was booming,
kept it moving with no limits.
Man, my lifes been like a movie,
**cause this this truth seems like its fiction.

Experiencing love is the greatest feeling that I have ever known.

But the deterioration of it has never been far.

From family to lovers it leaves me in the moments of happy, for which I am grateful.

But when it isn't what it was, I'm stuck,
without a map, and with lost bearings.

Caught in between feeling meaning, and knowing there is none.

Feeding fuel to the fire,
of use and abuse,
that we're told are fun.

Love is a drug.

The side effects are glee, security and madness.

And all are misleading.

At the end I'm left pleading, with myself.

Never to do it again.

Never to let myself, let myself.

But I do.

Because I'm addicted, to the love I almost had.

Nonsense.
No sense.

The essence of low friends,
in places
you mistake for a shade of grey that you know steams,
from the black and white of compromise,
that satisfied your wild side,
but at brighter times the child cries,
from inside your mind that amplifies;
your mistakes, because they're special.

Aren't they special?
they're unique and defeat is something to revel.

So the focus is a must,
in lies we must trust,
the instinct to sit and think
and adjust whats unjust.
Disgusting is love,
that is crushing the truth
of whats to be done, now the blame is on you.

If something is wrong,
to run,
is the fun of being crazy.
Insanity is trying this whole thing on a maybe.
Maybe it'll change,
maybe I will too.
Acceptance is scary,
but scary is you.

I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights.
Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be.
Hate feeds off of hate,
but if thats all it takes,
then love should come so easily.

Bashing in windows.
Spraying with mace.
Choking to death.
Eliminating race.
Classes are gone,
So classless mistakes,
are now made daily
at the hastiest rate.

We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste,
of what has become the most delicious
most suspicious,
vicious,
fishy,
repetitious,
superstitious,
vision named freedom.

It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see,
is a sea of beings not being one thing,
and that’s free.
When was the last time you felt it?
And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it".
So if you took the feeling of now and held it,
bottled it up and shelved it,
you would open up to find your mind in decline.
This moment was better
while laters behind.
Thats the path that we’re on
but we have control.
We’re not egos and clothes,
we’re people of souls
We're humans of thought
Not students of hate.
Evil got a head start,
but now truth is in the race.
And if truth is in your face,
and you choose to look away,
then get used to the abuse
and not confused at truce-less fates.
The pre action of action is thinking to act.
I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap.
They’ve bent us too far,
for us to go back.
The past is a place where patterns attack.
And people are put
no matter the facts.
Police are afoot
demanding the last,
of freedoms they take them,
and **** them with gas.
A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass
these colors don't bleed,
yet we see they fade fast.
We’ve exceed the need,
to keep things intact.