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Sep 2019
Home from hell I said I’d prevail
I stayed out of jail
But from the hospital I had to be bailed
Everyone says that I failed
I see them now- how their faces have paled
Now raise your head and yell
Cry out that I fell
Catch a clock in the mail
And I’ll see YOU in hell

When I was gone I heard how you talked
You can **** a **** and a rock-Jayhawk Chalk
I don’t like how you talked
Got my mom worried in and out
Just from the word flood out your mouth
Give me quiet and a drought
Or I’ll lay my new plan out
You hear what I’m talking about?

Went behind whose back?
You must be slick like a tac
Or another sheep in the pack
Now look down the path
Of chaotic aftermath
Witness my wrath
I said that I’m back
And that’s a matter of fact

Whose got a point to prove to who?
Not me; doesn’t look good for you
Your life exists within in a rues
Relevancy fading like a bruise
Yes- I’m still referring to you
Huh? What’s that? My face turned blue?
This is the mask that’s gonna haunt you
From now until the end-
Might I mention my friend,
When I take it off you begin; decomposition
For putting me in the position I’m in
I wear my sins with a grin
It’s the mood that I’m in
You thought I’d lose but I’ll win
Over and over- again and again

Pick a pole and pay the toll
As my mind unrolls
Like Plato’s scrolls
Legends untold
Hunter S Thompson’s nose
From a night of new lows
Under his eyes imprinted feet of crows
They think that his weakness is blow
But is that what you’ve been told?
Play your cards or fold
Your acts are cold
Leave if you wanna grow old
Now live a life of your own
And leave me the **** alone
Or you’ll be the next one that I own
You’re done with a heartless tone
Now awake- your new clone
You can call Hell your new home
Now I grin and I moan
Can you see the set that I’ve shown?
Will you continue to block my own phone?
Or will you pick at this new bone?
Vindictiveness is my tone
Like I said- to each his own
Awake as I drop this microphone
I spent a 6 day stint in a mental hospital.  When I was gone, some people said some untrue things about me.  Some of it hurt; I used the rest to make this
Written by
Austin Cole
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