The eye beholds my paranoia.
To California to Georgia.
I mastered the pressure that seems forever and hazardous.
But still they say back and they laughed at us.
I'm back picking up the pen cuz I need to write my wrongs.
My condolences and apologies for these poems.
I remember that first day of coming home.
I tripped but I did not trip on things I ain't know.
Unfamiliar faces made me nervous.
Wanting to commit convicted court cases for the disrespect of restricted territory.
I needed a get a way after all.
Now I'm popping heavier on Percocets,
for all the headaches I'm about to bring.
Somehow to this life I always cling.
Immature and ******** is what they all call me.
It's like I was coming home from the pen, but from the army.
If I can write all my wrongs maybe they'll bloom before I'm dead.
But instead that bullet hit me in the head as everyone walked by.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
The eye beholds my paranoia.
To California to Georgia.
I mastered the pressure that seems forever and hazardous.
But still they say back and they laughed at us.
I'm back picking up the pen cuz I need to write my wrongs.
My condolences and apologies for these poems.
I remember that first day of coming home.
I tripped but I did not trip on things I ain't know.
Unfamiliar faces made me nervous.
Wanting to commit convicted court cases for the disrespect of restricted territory.
I needed a get a way after all.
Now I'm popping heavier on Percocets,
for all the headaches I'm about to bring.
Somehow to this life I always cling.
Immature and ******** is what they all call me.
It's like I was coming home from the pen, but from the army.
If I can write all my wrongs maybe they'll bloom before I'm dead.
But instead that bullet hit me in the head as everyone walked by.