I walked inside the den
and it was filled with wolves
showing their teeth
with snarls
and growls
so I threw some bones
and they paid it no mind.
They had blood
on their minds

bless my soul
it’s time to go.

My hearts been on the fritz,
It’s been bleeding from all the slits
from taking one too many hits.
this must be as good as it gets
when you lie in your own ****,
this life isn’t one I’ll miss.

You know I never got that kiss
I’ve lived one big swing and a miss
cause I never learned how to mix
that well with others,
just ask my brothers
I fit in with the suckers
living life in the gutters.

Here there aren’t many colors
and even fewer lovers.

Keeping my calm
like an Islamic
but I don’t read the psalms
I’m watching them drop bombs
like a repeat of Saddam

Your view
is skewed
and my view
is true

**** all that oppose
the spoken word.
This is the way
to our purity
and their salvation.

Splashes of water to the face
in order to save face.

I don’t think I’m meant for this place
but maybe I’d do better in outer space
if Elon sent me to Mars where I can set up base.
up there would be no rat race,
up there I’d set the pace
and I would lead it with grace

then send me to hyperspace
to see where the chips float.

Don’t forget to blink
he told me with a wink
as I drank that drink
and began to think
is he my shrink?
He has my same ink
and he’s wearing the same pink
things are too in sync
what was in that drink?
I need to find a sink
get somewhere where it doesn’t stink
but anywhere I go I find the same link
it has me on the brink
it’s time to rethink
it’s time we fully interlink

They sit around swapping
lies to spread to the masses
with their agenda sounding whole
and their actions proving doomful.

Failure lead by
atrocity after atrocity,
they hide their mistakes
with the lies they spread.
They are flawed
and can’t be contained
unless it’s all wiped
out and life
starts anew

leaving the rest with some
more fat to chew
maybe how it should've been
in the first place.

I left the pack
Cause of too many whispers
And all of the filters.
You want the listeners
And I want the strippers
They are not prisoners
They are practitioners
Unlike you “thinkers”
You gossip like sisters.
Talking **** in your slippers
And all I hear are whimpers
From all these high up sinners
Reading made up scriptures.

I see you’re feeling
pressed,
maybe you need some
rest
and you’ll be back at your
best.

You can always be my
guest
as long as you feel
stressed,
just come and head out
west.

It’s time that you
digest
what’s made you so
distressed.

I’m singing my tune
cause it’s a great afternoon.
All these bad thoughts have me immune
so let’s blow up a balloon
and live like we’re in a cartoon.

There’s no time for a prune,
let’s have a big commune
at least the size of a platoon
and take ourselves to a nice saloon.
from there we’ll hit the lagoon
then maybe chill by the dune
where I just might swoon
from thinking this is too good to be true.

Your desperation
reeks
so much that you can
smell it in your bed
and you can hear it
in your head.
Sometimes you’d like to
fill it with
lead
so that you’ll really
be in your bed
where you can still
hear her voice
as it
echoes
in your head
like it did in the
valley.

I gave in to a weak
desire to start the day.
Then I listened
to my inner words,
the ones
that never leave my lips
and the ones
that change
my whole appeal
whether for the worse
or the better

I’ve had
a sick mind.

Rotted to the core
with self hate
and I know others
silently relate,
I’m not a unique case
even if it feels that way.

We need to learn
to get out of our way
how to be grown
and still know how to play.
I started on a bad foot
but I corrected my stride
with a smile.

It’s about your inflexion
and how you deal with rejection
how you go straight to deflection
cause you never learned about confession
only perfection by selection
since you refuse all objection
like you need to have protection
like you can’t allow inspection

When I get online it says you’re active
but in life you’re so distracted
like this **** is so contrasted
that I’m seething
as I look for some meaning
In your leaving.

Going from a smoke bomb
to a pipe bomb
to a fire bomb
call it vietnam.
Take it to the car bomb
to the time bomb
to the flying bomb
we call the atom bomb.

Our lives mean more than a nine to five
and just because you’re breathing
doesn’t mean that you’re alive.

I don’t have a lot to money
but I’ve got plenty of honey
and it’s even sweeter than money honey

****** all my life
I want the drugs
pump all the love
strike to my vein
I’ll die in vain
that is my pain
stuck to my lane
born with the rain
nothing to gain
till I met Jane
now I feel sane.

Can’t control my environment so I gotta split
I’m not afraid to admit
my anxiety is feeling legit
like I got into a fight
when I’d have rather taken flight
but the time wasn’t right
I couldn’t see the light
my chest is feeling tight
this is when I write
have my thoughts reach a new height
all in spite of tonight
I’m hoping for an invite
so that I may be so polite
as to be my own knight
and relish in delight
in exchange for my current fright

You never knew what was in that safe
it was only opened at midnight
and when it was
the whole house would cry

except for you
you were quiet
steady.

You focused on your breath
just like she taught you,
it didn’t fix things
but it made things survivable.

Another day
another prayer,
don’t let him hear you cry.

Gun to her head
now that girl’s dead
they filled her mind with lead
those ******* shot ‘em dead
she had plans to be a doctor
‘till they stopped her
they dropped her
they popped her
and it cost her.

Can’t believe they got her
she couldn’t even barter
when they caught her
they just shot her
and forgot her.

Me and the family
have some struggles
I’ve been staying busy
working doubles
digging tunnels
with no shovel.

These are just some of my troubles
I’ve got blood
on my knuckles
Momma
I was never a saint
I could never show restraint.