Music to my ears and headphones to my tears….


                                                I fear this is the only way that  
                                                you        can                   shut me
                                                up. Rhymes                   And
                                                rhythms   ,                          
                                                instead of
                                                confrenta-
                                                tions within
                                                them, i rather
                                                tune you out
                                                than let your
                                                garbage noise
                                                in. protecting
                                       my piece, dont care
                           if I miss your silly memories
                       and repeats."Good memories"
                   "Good moments”  I hear,  like they
                wont waste away and  dissappear
           anyways. At least this way I can close
        my eyes and travel myself to a dimensi-
     on, with bikinis, beats and tan lines, rookie
   good feelings and good finds.Not always the
     same, Sometimes a place of more piece,so-
        metimes a place where it doesn't always
           have to repeat. A place where I wouldn't
               have to daydream about escaping
                      social Pollution in defeat.