I was in a rush to grow up look Mom no cuts just a stomach of disgust and the fear that I might go nuts this year ........ I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate and I don't ******* love music I just use it to escape but wait, I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race everything takes its toll but no there's no toll I can take I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake Introducing my corroded bumps I hide behind my smile I'm angry with the universe for the way she treats me now and keeps me down stealing all my energy feeling like my enemy concealing my identity
RIP OLIVER HART. If you are interested at all in finding poetry within other mediums of art, the midwest underground hip hop scene is an epicenter for story telling and poetry withing hip hop. Look up eyedea/oliver hart, Atmosphere, Sage Francis, Brother Ali, Grieves, Cecil Otter, Dessa, POS, and Mac Lethal