I guess it's true that I was meant to live this sensitive, spent it in the tent where I expected wins but slept in sin, pins had went in less when I had spoke with introspection, connections with some affection from inspections that only the heart can mention, in it's hidden chambers, though it's weak from strangers, gangbangers, better known as changers to the health upon this lone ranger, came with the pain that would reach the brain, contained, constrained, lanes change, under aim claims exclaim a game is to play but with cheats, when defeated, to the ones that never beat it but repeated it and needed deeds to peak, from reading pleasingly, you will feel as if you're cheated, screaming what this means to me, wings bring me to see, strings seemed to cling to me, shears of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, sings to me, hear fear free from being in this living being, written clear from me, crying in the same style proves you had bitten tears from me, feeling what is dear to me, I could only sue em back if I in fact had steered through sea, but I only neared to flee, giving all falls layouts, since cries were the way out, our lives were the payout, day-in and day-out.

forecasted to hit
mother earth dead in the face
father shed his wrath.

My security blanket of calling 911 got destroyed in the burning bed in which I lay my dreams down of serving and protecting people ungrateful and simply don't deserve my services. They only call me when **** ***** them up and it's them that wish to be saved. Such silly hoes. They don't want to be saved. Can't turn hoes into housewives but I learned wherever there's feelings a *** does exist, even in me cause now I'm on some *** **** with this passive aggressive ****, and until you wish to come back to this burning bed with me and see what started it to fully reconcile, it won't rain 40 days and 40 nights to fully wash out that demon and turn this bed into a waterbed. GOD isn't the typical firefighter, he won't save us from our **** ups if we don't want to be saved, we'll lead our newborns into a burning house as long as there is no happy home. GOD was knocking on our door which is our heart but represents the mind caught in sin, mind over matter, grow up and confess your sins, his ladder stretches to infinity, anything is possible, his vehicle is equipped with anything, he can save us anytime, but you gotta answer his call so he can lead you out this hell hole. And maybe I'll consider rejoining the crew, not as a captain save a **', but it's my purpose to help the people, it was a part of me that burned on that bed but with a little CPR, I could revive it to be stronger than it was before, cause now it's thankful that it lives again.

I see speech not free, talk that walks as chalk on boards, stalk the faults of these vaults that halts the more greetings breath free, empty, tempting to be, lengthy, time ticks and bets me, that it will only set me, messy but zesty, you pet me for varying but just carrying off of your controls, gold seems to be in your hold, and folds solemnly, the ****** to your ideology, I'd love to say sorry but parties stay so you borrow me, darkness follows me, probably it's the poverty partly, and provably, I adore this, so by just that, it's enormous, the swarms of torment, is an ornament that decorates, pecks and paced you and me, masquerade, both of us poking us, we were bad today, had to say, I was just playing in, stalling and crawling, but you would ball in Mercedes-Benz, your behalf laughs at my half and I accept it, peaking my pain in my brain, I'M SELF-ARRESTED.

This open-close game jokes with poses closest to your focus, stop-go, know no one broke this, hopeless though I stroked with flow, the way we grow provokes us with the sight today, that's why we think we got the right-of-way, the brightest day if I may- gave our darkest gems, I'm penning memories, that would send seven enemies, only meant for me to backtrack, trapped in a flashback, foreshadow the more travel to trackback, the fact that still I lack cracks codes to hack roads, to the soul drove round the globe to the grove, in this cul-de-sac, where I reached the dead end, attention met sin, ceased blessings, brought tension to a tense intersection, an offence bleeps sense, splinters hit connections, spit sessions to assess and attest guests, story of a lifetime, who's the host, guess?, nothing more, nothing less, just something best, that will explain and defame this stressed quest, go east, go west, open, close souls, no reply in the eye, what a shy troll, why stroll in the street with the right-of-way, just to go but reverse then die today, my high would say it's a game where you hit this, but if you miss, take a **** and resist risks.

The message from the harp embarks a sharp quest in the chest, the heart, I part to start tests soon to bless, this desolate, desperate deficit, make it exquisite, cleaning up the mess is requisite, make the best of it, long time gone but the song hits me real strong, put me on wrong, watch me yawn, at dawn the fawn like swans is calm, still knowing it faces danger, the fight-or-flight sight ain't strange, arranged anger, or fear, the tears may steer to my stress, time acts timeless when blind to ******, rewind back the raps to tap and see swirls, when I start to twirl, I hurled no free world, I'd see girls with curls and boys poise confused, a never straight response from cons that's abused, amused just to use and fuse to one heart, but knowing I would lose, I'd choose the blues harp.

Mask my expressions with this ski mask, can't use my poker face cause my smile is big, my smile is pretty, I'd rather you not see me than let me deceive you, I give you minutes to escape. This is why I only strike when the freaks come out, they overshadow my intentions; I'm scared of watching my shadow do wrong and I'm in for a long night. Wish me luck, I might pay you a visit so be prepared. You'll get to know me; I'll say remember me, and be distictive from the others cause I'll give you a chance to take your **** back, and leave the scene on a cliffhanger, can you hang?

My mental illness is my personality. I've researched it. I've studied it. I am it.

It's always a photo finish for me. Such an event when I cross the line, the things that made us different just can't fly no more. I believe I can fly above these tall expectations, as I grow, they all become easier to achieve. I love that I'm over 6ft tall. I'm not average, but still I have large shoes to fill. I put myself in your shoes, explore different types of things I never thought I'd find myself in. I used to go by the notion "from the outside looking in", I'm thankful for the fact you let me into your world and now I refuse to let you down by helping to pull you back up and show you the way out. Though the question still lingers when it's all said and done, "Where do I go from here?", because there's a lot of motherfuckas who's shoes I feel I have to step on to gain some respect.Take a photo of that. And then take a step back. I wanna see how they react cause I love a new challenge. Don't throw in the towel. I wanna see you re-polish them ******* right in front of me. Cause then I know you got the heart to fight. And after we're done, we take a photo to show we have mutual respect, and let the world see we're unified to take another step to finishing what we started. A photo album of all our greatest hits, to be continued...

Started from the bottom going over the top into a bottomless place, I over thought it from the top of my head, simply stuck with the basics at the tail end of what begun to be the last resort, rise above your situation, what goes up must come down, back into reality, head out the clouds, on to my hideout, head in my ***, headed to ******* myself over when the surrounding atmosphere becomes thin, my skin ain't thick enough to handle the pressure, the ******* blew by back out, legs became shaky, moaning from the pleasure and pain, I'm sprung with this nexus, sexually confused.

When pain comes controlling our minds, we can't concentrate our mental state, withholding us of our prime.

Crashing fore I finish, replenishing the fast doom, prematurely in this, so I'm picturing the classrooms, soon you assume my diploma is my birth date, burst into college, yeah that was my first take, you can be my witness and exhibit for artistic steps, when I quit and whine, that could kiss your wish to death, unless I grow and orientate, this floor to my state, poor foundation only proves that there's more that it takes, can't shake my role, soul is vogue that fakes stab, break the tongues sake, forsaking great paths, laugh at the past, imagine how days total, if only I could say TODAY, that they were noble.