We meet and I tremble.
Life shifts and I fit
Perfectly aginst your chest.
You said beautiful things
like lets

And I have never heard things
like the things you said,
in your finger tips.

I trip
and I fall to hard
under sharp stars.
Become aware i'm to far under high bars.

So hate me freely
and while i'm broken
I am not needy
needing is for those who think
beyond brething

I feel to far beyond saving,
fingers tremble
life shifting
I'm shaking
praying to empty space
for day to brake

I am faking,
faigning,
saying to much.
Saying nothing not enough,
thinking, thinking thinging

For me to forget ,
for my own sake
that I loved our lust
the magic the star dust.

the smell of musk and
brown eyes
drowned in rememberance
of soft sigh
the lies laced in
each kiss
and unspoken promises

I'm haunted
by falling stars
by falling stars
put out by an ocean of fears

taste of dissapointent
the falling of tears .

I feel like drowning and counting
on stars to drop
wishing on things
that will let me down
like hope
like hoping to drown.

letting my sarrow hold me
in tight grip
untill tomorrow.
the sun is the only star
I should have clung too,
you were the only one
you are every one
I have ever come undone too.

What kind of life is this?
When all day we are surrounded by death,
And crazines, and fear, and worries,
We are surrounded by people ghosts,
By broken people, or masked people,
Full people dont exist, they are a myth,
How are we supposed to live like this,
Like nothing its going to get right, like
Always something wrong its going to happen and **** us more...
What kind of life is this?
Why are we so broken, so rotten,
We live like this, every day and keep going,
Some of us dont, some of us just keep brething, some are fightin better wars, or worse, so much worse, but we keep going..
I think i would never understand us.

Hail Mary. Tupac. Written verse
In 30 minutes. The definition
Tupac in blessed ambition.
Favorite of Jake quitley
Logans friend
Who has ascended into heaven...

Masterpieces in breThing form.
Kids in between teaching
From experience of parents.
As we see the norms.
What we teaching more
Or what we experience more
Human beings
In the demons whordes
Don't feed the pour
America in
Between two wars...
Or feeding Pablo. Chavo. Chapo
From a  need for more....
Legalize the narcotics
Education.. safe product
And be informed....
Kids stay sober
In happy homes.
But addicts come in many form...

Legalize get addicts clean supply...
And control the street side
Spend the profits on rehabbing
The diseased minds...
Build street wise kids...
With clean minds...
By telling them hey weeds fine...
But you wouldn't be pushing dope
At 17 guy...
If your momma had free time...
To nourish you
Instead of working all her cheap life....
*** our economy
Rapes. The hurting. With three lies...
Paper. Home and labor
Add upto a free life...
Than they ******* three times...

Anyway economics state..
If you bust a shipment of supply
The demand stays high
Supply is low so prices rise...
The cartel gets the same price...
After getting raided twice...
Jail time. Incarceration
Have a major price....
Cons get educated on gangs
Violence. And heinous crimes...
While the state pays the raising price...
To let them stay in jail for life....
And upon release. They couldn't score a job. If they were walking into
A Chinese brothel with a bag of rice....
Yeah the bag of ice
Has an asking price
It takes half your life....
Legalize. And cultivate. Jobs made.
Retail vendors...
Rehab the addict mind...
While casual users...
Don't die from
A massive spike. Of fentanyl
And Pablo won't get

Half as rich.
As the government.
Investing profits. To social programs
Half of which...
Would reduce poverty
In potential addict kids...
Demand would drop
As generations gap the addict twitch
And live clean
Sober satisfactionate....
But ghats way to crazy
To imagine it
When **** is still illegal
In America...
******* amateurs its just cannabis...
It is medicine... better re examine it...