Living in a deadly sin.
With purpose set to self affliction.
But strange investment.
In your chest.
And every breath that's in it.
Your the best decision.
Like a bed made.
On deaths percession.
With
February getting scary.
Cemetery
Near the federal prison.


Life sentence.
Chained in passion. And love as wide as  space in this galaxy.
But let's wake and face reality.
Its a major break in sanity.
*** you hate me like you make.
Me angry.
And that maybe alot.
Like take your shot.
Or gutter ball. *** you strike me as hot.
Not street thot
**** what he thought.
I'm as sweet as. Diabetes.
Till he's deceased or at least
Getting teeth rot.
Ghetto beats.
Ain't for the poet
But im bleeding.
Heat from. My living breathing beat box.