Back on a page again
Back in my zone
Alone with the pen
And paper favoring
The strokes of a stanza
Hands up and i feel the light
It clense me
From cancerous people telling me
Your nothing but a manufactured felony


Its hell in me
That they tear me apart on days
When your a star
And strike you down
Turn you into a falling star
For what
I didnt deserve a beat down from clowns
Who can just mess around with everyone
I deserve a home and the sounds
Of angels huming tone


But no
What did i do
Hurt you, No?!
Then whats the point of pointing a gun
To me?!
Whats the point saving a bullet for me?!
When i never shot you knee?!
I get it
Its not me
Its for you
Cause this write is a bullet itself to shoot right back at you
A fatel wound
Its real for me
But not for you
So get lost
Fool.....

Hold it
You thought i was finished?
My writes never ends until the paper finish
It isnt
So im gonna let this last thought out
Cause if i dont
Ima fall out
To bullies who think can walk away
From who you put in the trash
Your the trash now
This write will take the trash out
Get out
Good bye
And peace out.