I see all these kids doing drugs They don't know what life is made of I never seen a drug in my life I never even seen real love alright I just push and keep going on I just keep showing you are so wrong Get it together and stay strong When you fall just play this only one song Stand up straight let the haters hate Forget them all and show em who is boss aye You are your own and you make your dreams come true And they hate you but you grew to ignore They wish they could go back to before But they too late and appreciate that you made it Fake it till you make it and then be glad that you waited Goals reached show you are dedicated Souls asleep know you are underrated You are better but they are jealous of your dedication Do what you can do your best now for your celebration Yeah yeah yeah aye Drugs really are bad Drugs truly are trash Fame don't come from drugs It came from hard work Less distractions are for sure They help you stay focused on your dreams Stay stuck on a path good to redeem Make your family proud Wake up to a brand new house Brand new ride brand new everything Let em know you tried you are the king I see all these kids doing drugs They don't know what life is made of I never seen a drug in my life I never even seen real love alright I just push and keep going on I just keep showing you are so wrong Get it together and stay strong When you fall just play this only one song Stand up straight let the haters hate Forget them all and show em who is boss aye
Just one One guy Who doesn't want to **** me more than anything Just one One guy I used to know who was content with intellectual intimacy Just one One guy I'll always love him so much more than anything Just one One guy I tried to give him my entire self but he was to quick to go
Hungry teeth razors Slice to scar my hand. Watching the black symbol redden Quenches my thirst like a cold beer. Shield me from their fear; and with clear eyes, among socialite imbued rags, I shall face my pain Or live a conscious death.
Words tumbled out of an aluminum commode into a hungry mouth: naïveté.
Libations atop a tin altar in a squalid temple rife with the stench of lascivious youth bemoaned battle cry transcendent in the sound of forever.
Coming of Age a cleverly disguised charade kept in place by a smile that never breaks until dawn.
White noise cryptic static proselytize vomiting mucus-draining corpses a parade of mindless disciples dancing to the beat of the heart in a distant star whose life perished in the forgotten past.
Fabricated promises of maturation facetiae in the frozen teeth that only part for the stubborn tongue to lap up remaining consciousness on the floor like a begging dog.
By himself he's weak but among many he's a god.
A song bludgeons the eardrums "Tonight, tonight, to-night": Repetitio est mater studiorum.
There's a voice in my head but you put a hand o'er it's mouth and pried mine open with the monkey's paw clutching a rose goblet containing spiritual cleansing.
I've got a good idea but bad intentions and there's enough feculence wrapped in flesh and lies to make this place feel like Heaven.
Stuffing my mouth with promises and fallacies that won't become clear until the bottle is empty.
I'm washing away all the pain and the hurt right? I'm a man now, risen from the dirt right?
I'll put my trust in the siren's call reaching through the fog to grasp her by the hair I fall into the murky bog beleaguered by strangulating tendrils wrapping around my frail bones I feel I'm being pulled under and I'm all alone I see their shimmering faces on the surface distorted in the reflection peering into the soul as I make my descent into the abyss.
Waking up a man with a battered conscience Compromise wraps a warm blanket around me and places coffee between crusty and brittle fingers A gentle kiss on my forehead is the finishing touch leaving me alone with my baleful torment.
Coming of Age is a charade.
The legal drinking age of alcohol in America is 21 and is seen as a coming of age for the youth of today.
i stopped doing drugs because you were the only thing that made me high now we're just fiction your mouth is stained on my cheeks, still echoed with a sad goodbye we're out with the garbage you so angrily tossed and you're drinking wine and i'm still lost
if you could talk to me, i would be so ******* happy because right now, you're seriously all i ******* want right now