Have you ever felt so distant
You just couldn't connect
Lethargic and emotionally inept
In Financial and moral debt
So to me to welcome death
Would be like I over slept
Theyre called nightmares when asleep but awake it's called regrets
So it's hard not to be depressed
stressed wonderin if my birth today
Made a difference or am I just a spec of dust under trumps toupee
left with nothing deep to say
No courage found to encourage me
to the world im just a villager a 3rd
Worlder, cuz life Honduras'd me
humbled me, it's humbling,
but still I fail to be artistic
Being a human full of temptation
Still erroneously narcissistic
Convoluting what's simplistic
And wanting, to want, so filled
Of **** As the void shifts to over flow the emptiness til unfulfilled
Am I, a contradiction, like I con with diction, as my description
Paints poetic, how pathetic, like **** smelling cologne my depiction
Will still smell like a pool of stool
Can't justify bein my flaws, victim,
When really the fault of addiction
Is self inflicted a decision
Welcoming, compulsory prison
But I rather insult your intelligence
By making *** ups sound elegant
But the truth is there less Eloquent
So every room I enter the elephant
Is an element like it's on salary
That I feed with **** talk like I lead
As the Head of the peanut gallery
Who feeds religiously, hourly
Like bush wit twin towers I grieve it
In pain by its tragedy, but in secret
I Caused but sadly they believe it
When I lie to myself and others and do it Much, I forget what's true
And hoping you'll be less like me
... Is why I confess this to you ....
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
Have you ever felt so distant
You just couldn't connect
Lethargic and emotionally inept
In Financial and moral debt
So to me to welcome death
Would be like I over slept
Theyre called nightmares when asleep but awake it's called regrets
So it's hard not to be depressed
stressed wonderin if my birth today
Made a difference or am I just a spec of dust under trumps toupee
left with nothing deep to say
No courage found to encourage me
to the world im just a villager a 3rd
Worlder, cuz life Honduras'd me
humbled me, it's humbling,
but still I fail to be artistic
Being a human full of temptation
Still erroneously narcissistic
Convoluting what's simplistic
And wanting, to want, so filled
Of **** As the void shifts to over flow the emptiness til unfulfilled
Am I, a contradiction, like I con with diction, as my description
Paints poetic, how pathetic, like **** smelling cologne my depiction
Will still smell like a pool of stool
Can't justify bein my flaws, victim,
When really the fault of addiction
Is self inflicted a decision
Welcoming, compulsory prison
But I rather insult your intelligence
By making *** ups sound elegant
But the truth is there less Eloquent
So every room I enter the elephant
Is an element like it's on salary
That I feed with **** talk like I lead
As the Head of the peanut gallery
Who feeds religiously, hourly
Like bush wit twin towers I grieve it
In pain by its tragedy, but in secret
I Caused but sadly they believe it
When I lie to myself and others and do it Much, I forget what's true
And hoping you'll be less like me
... Is why I confess this to you ....
