"prayin" poems
Some say I entertain
But I write to maintain
My own **** down my own lane
You want **** go ask mane
Maybe I ask for fame
Probably go for the money and dames
Go on rari's and cadi's instead of trains
Or atleast go lit over all my mains (If I had some)
Everybody I know now they stains
One thing to another so quick they been prayin
For justice, to be loved, some **** they all be sayin
Maybe y'all expect me to be slayin
But nah I am payin
Taxes and rent I owe
From this person I been fakin
Maybe now I'm on a low
Started off high but **** happens you know
Like riding a car and you get stopped to tow
Maybe I look worse, dusty like I came from the dough
Or ***** as **** like my other boys' fro
But for real tho
No roast no show
Maybe I need this to grow
Harsh when you on your own on the road
I'm seeing **** too early hoppin like a toad
Like seeing a video on youtube and it forgot to load
Probably changed so much I am hard to decode
May be considered weird but I guess that's my mode
So I don't write to entertain
I don't want all that fame
**** the world now I love the train
But I write to explain.
One's mind trying to be sane
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
To Bailey
What up cousin? It’s been a while since we’ve spoken..
I’ve been tryin to keep my mind focused and stayin open..
tryin to figure out how to rebuild my heart again now that it’s broken..
hopin and prayin to some god that it’s all a dream an I’ll be awoken..
But I’m not an ignorant or irrational man, so it’s back to life as I know it..
now I sit here with pen in hand, talking to another lost loved one as a poet..
god **** every time it seems to get a little harder and harder to be stoic..
I do it for you, but my choice would have been to find a rock and hide far below it..
But I’ve held you down, an showed the world a face with a sculpted smile..
Meanwhile inside I strong armed my stomach to prevent the expulsion of bile..
mind racing, god ****** Just 29 years is nowhere near a long enough while!!
and to think, you barely even got to spend 3 of those with your child..
It makes me want to shout to the stars and curse our own existence..
I guess I learned I can’t box god due to something about my arms and the distance..
so I’ve given up being angry about it and stopped my resistance..
but the one thing it’s affected more than any other is my persistence..
From time to time I’m gonna ask someone “has anyone told you they loved you today?”
and if they say no, I’ll be the first person to show them a sincere display…
YOU taught me that bailey, and no matter what, I’ll never let it slip away…
I can’t thank you enough for your life, I wouldn’t even know how to repay!
It’s those small perfect lessons we can all take from your life…
I couldn’t even begin to tell them all in the course of one night…
you were an amazing person to anyone who met you, a true delight..
people called you a shiner, a catalyst, a loving father, and a white knight…
everyone had a story of how you had given them inspiration..
I can’t thank you enough on behalf of the world for your donations!
I’m glad I could finally write this letter to show my appreciation..
the words had been escaping me with some trepidation..
I love you Bailey, always have and always will!!
I can’t believe you’re gone but I carry on still…
I soldier up when I need to then settle down to chill…
I’ll see you when I see you, you know the drill…
Rest In Peace: Bailey Paul McKeon-Phillips
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was,
That 'Un I got so slick.
I couldn't see 'is face because
The night was 'ideous thick.
I just made out among the black
A blinkin' wedge o' white;
Then biff! I guess I got 'im crack --
The man I killed last night.
I wonder if account o' me
Some ***** will go *****
And 'eaps o' lives will never be,
Because 'e's stark and dead?
Or if 'is missis damns the war,
And by some candle light,
Tow-headed kids are prayin' for
The Fritz I copped last night.
I wonder, 'struth, I wonder why
I 'ad that 'orful dream?
I saw up in the giddy sky
The gates o' God agleam;
I saw the gates o' 'eaven shine
Wiv everlastin' light:
And then . . . I knew that I'd got mine,
As 'e got 'is last night.
Aye, bang beyond the broodin' mists
Where spawn the mother stars,
I 'ammered wiv me ****** fists
Upon them golden bars;
I 'ammered till a devil's doubt
Fair froze me wiv affright:
To fink wot God would say about
The bloke I corpsed last night.
I 'ushed; I wilted wiv despair,
When, like a rosy flame,
I sees a angel standin' there
'Oo calls me by me name.
'E 'ad such soft, such shiny eyes;
'E 'eld 'is 'and and smiled;
And through the gates o' Paradise
'E led me like a child.
'E led me by them golden palms
Wot 'ems that jeweled street;
And seraphs was a-singin' psalms,
You've no ideer 'ow sweet;
Wiv cheroobs crowdin' closer round
Than peas is in a pod,
'E led me to a shiny mound
Where beams the throne o' God.
And then I 'ears God's werry voice:
"Bill 'agan, 'ave no fear.
Stand up and glory and rejoice
For 'im 'oo led you 'ere."
And in a nip I seemed to see:
Aye, like a flash o' light,
My angel pal I knew to be
The chap I plugged last night.
Now, I don't claim to understand --
They calls me Bonehead Bill;
They shoves a rifle in me 'and,
And show me 'ow to ****
Me job's to risk me life and limb,
But . . . be it wrong or right,
This cross I'm makin', it's for 'im,
The cove I croaked last night.
2.7k
I'm just trying not to feel the need
to ***** myself.
Over & Out
Of the
Poor White Trash Society
class-classy.
I am very much so.
Not my fault.
You think Imma
whore-worth-less
than you.
That's the
Price of being Pretty.
Some "people" are just praying .
That you will play pretend **********
with them,
for the right price.
Of course,
money is alway$ the motive.
So he'll
Flash dat Ca$h
& Dem bling-bling-ring$.
Prayin' he can afford to
Pay, people to pitty play up
on him.
But I don't play or put out.
Anymore.
I am not a **********
$ can't win me over.
You can find someone else
to drink with
or
experiment with.
Whatever you call it.
I'm just going to coast
it riding as the
6th wheel.
Till hell freezes over.
Then can I,
crash,
burn,
& fall
all the way down
the
6th route
till I hit
the
6th exit.
That will
Bring
me
Back into your arms, again.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 3:25 PM UTC
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, without you, i'm not global
if i'm not global, i'm not really mobile
good heavens! it's twenty-four to eleven
i have to call shannon but i can't find my mobile
what can i do without my mobile? life is trite
don't know the difference between day and night
without my mobile! i freak out, suffrin' from a black out
i'm prayin' to god, lightin' up a candle, hopin' to find it
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
[Verse 1: MGK]
This ain't no halo over my head *****
But dear God can you forgive the sinnin'
For everything that I did since the beginnin'
Because the devil around me so much
That you would think I got a death wish
Yeah, and the voices in my head get louder
Watchin' my career disappear like powder
Wish I could rewind those hours and get my life back
Strike that, hanging on this **** like a life jacket
**** rappin', I was really livin' everything I was spittin'
***** what's happenin'
Fights daily, nights crazy dream chasin' till the drugs came
I was choppin' up them ******* like Jason
Had a ************* face layin' on the cold pavement
Wake up take 'em now I feel sane
Spendin' every penny in the studio slayin'
Me and my mob workin' any odd job
Prayin' this little dream was gonna feed our babies
Save me Lord, save me Lord, what the **** is this curse you gave me Lord
Everybody think I finally made it Lord, but all I am is now is a slave my God
[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...
Revelations says if people wipe every tear from their eyes than death shall be no more, neither shall their be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore for the former things have passed away, EST 4 Life ************
[Verse 2: MGK]
Put that halo around my neck, *****
And give me death
I'm 22 and this 22 on my left, God bless
Maybe I'll finally see
Maybe they'll return what's originally mine because finder's keep
Maybe I will be great, and this voice of mine was designed to be the finest key
But, I'm losing faith, everyday they got news to break
Like my single flopped, and now I ain't hot
And they don't know if I'm ever gonna see the light of day
My labels mad or my albums bad or you ain't livin' up to the hype we thought you had
Or I lost a fan or I'm in cuffs again and meanwhile I ain't there to be my daughters dad
**** what's left for me? because I don't ever want to become a celebrity
I don't want anyone to feel less than me so put your camera down and stand next to me
Right here, EST, everyone stand together
And if I ever RIP than I know everything I stand for's forever, lace up!
[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...
And when you play this song, hold your head high, ************ don't ever look down, be comfortable with who you are, our flaws are what makes us perfect
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Those unchained melodies are heard-
slayed and naked, like a lost soul-
wand'ring along a village; a dejected village!
And hark, hark to how they plead!
O, how they beg to be alive, to be free
from the deadness of these winds.
But no-one greets them, with a handful
of care!-how ill, and thievery is,
such inattentiveness! What a smug
egotism!-For these areth living
creatures, not lurking shadows as they'th seemed!
Blackened willows, stiffened dust;
trembling trees, affronted branches-
bending in their nakedness, a scene of vulgarity
with no ******* and sensations-
to capture attention, o, am'rous
attention! How poor these humans are! Brutes
are they to natureth-dappled with disgrace,
insincerely prayin' for more and more to feed their
ungrateful innuendoes-which prey on their
mortality-to fascinate their tongue,
and ***** And elements with no such marks
are out of them, no thinking is set on them;
no moreth! Peek, peek now, at how those
bountiful thorns blureth, and dieth!-at the scorn
and rivalry amongst humans-and still no-one bothers
kindethly-to eventh peek at 'em, yon miserable,
pitiful creatures! But 'ose humans, whose spitefulness
is awayth from b'ing praiseworthy, are aboundth with
death; cannot they defy it, inescapable as it's always
been-for death is not destined to dieth-never!
Thus thy sins, humans, wilt swing thy joys into swamps
of guilt, denial, and suffrage-be unafraid of which,
straighten thy chins-for these are all what thou'th
deserved, all along! Thou'th betrayed nature, and now
thy souls wilt be thy subtlest enemy-thy veiled threat!-
beware of 'tis, but still perchance, it is futile to
exhort thee-now and again! Thou art stained with
remorse, and prefereth doth thou-to follow thy own
course, rather than nature's bliss's vows.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
Blackbored,
Mockin’ my sin.
Off topic thoughts
Lost in clouds
Wait.
I’m day dreamin’ again.
Gettin’ a headache
Starin’ at this papermate.
Prayin’ for ink volcanoes
As papers lay waste,
Book bag graveyards claim
Tree sashimi
But wait.
I’m sleepin’ again.
Tan colored walls, I’m fiendin’ again.
Blue waters, clean air
Sand freckles on Brown skin
Time is not of the essence
White webs claim to be beds,
Only to claim time as a victim
Stop.
Lost me again.
Starin’ at a screen
Colorful words fill white walls
The desktops hardly seems like a substitute
Drones stare harder
Teeth cut through chain
Walls crumble beneath my feet
Halt.
Where are my friends?
A partner in crime
Trouble is requirement,
Adventure is not a doubt
But wait.
I’m only dreamin’ again,
Fiendin’ again,
Where is reason?
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
"Don't Matter" Konvict
OhoohwooeOoohOoohhwooNobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no' Cause I got you babe babe Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no' Cause I got you babe' Cause we gonna fight Oh yes we gonna fight Believe we gonna fight We gonna fight Fight for our right to love yeah Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no' Cause I got you Nobody wanna see us together Nobody thought we'd last forever I feel 'em hopin' and prayin' Things between us don't get better Men steady comin' after you Women steady comin' after me Seem like everybody wanna go for self And don't wanna respect boundaries Tellin' you all those lies Just to get on your side But I must admit there was a couple secrets I held inside But just know that I tried To always apologize And I'm a have you first always in my heart To keep you satisfied Got every right to wanna leave Got every right to wanna go Got every right to hit the road And never talk to me no more You don't even have to call Even check for me at all Because the way I been actin' lately Has been off the wall Especially towards you Puttin' girls before you And they watchin' everything I been doin' Just to hurt you Most of it just ain't true Ain't true And they won't show you How much of a queen you are to me And why I love you baby Oh oh oh oh oh'Cause I got you' Cause I got you Oh 'Cause I got you babe' Cause I got you Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no'Cause I got you babe Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no' Cause I got you babe' Cause we gonna fightOh yes we gonna fight Believe we gonna fight We gonna fight Fight for our right to love yeah Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no' Cause I got you Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no 'Cause I got you babe Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no' Cause I got you babe' Cause we gonna fight Oh yes we gonna fight Believe we gonna fight We gonna fight Fight for our right to love yeah Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no' Cause I got you
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
There would be a riot
Breakin' of my heart,
I'd try to fight it
I could go out every night,
but I'd be lying
if I said I couldn't
live & breath
without you
There'd be a lot of lonely
Wishin' & prayin'
that you would hold me
I would do most anything, baby,
if only you'd come back to me
Come back to me,
there would be a riot
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
I can see clearly now
The rain is gone
I can see all abstaces in my way
Gone are the dark clouds
That had me blind
It's gonna be a bright
I think I can make it now
The pain is gone
All the bad fellings have dissapeared
Here's the raimbow
I've been prayin' for
Look all around,
There's nothing but blue skies
Look staights ahead,
Nothing but blue skies
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Chorus×4
(×2..You better be warrin a vest.)
Cuz when I come shootin I come aimin for your head and your chest.
(Verse 1)
Bullets cost money an I'm stingy wit my bread.
Never catch me sparayin prayin that I hit a shot...
I'm scopin
postin in the ally way.
Interuptin a ***** tryina catch a lift off a spliff
an take a second for him
but this 9 has thing for killing fake *** tricks. . . An I got a thing with head shots when I'm huntin a *****
(Chorus ×2)
I make triggers flinch with my intent.
Born and bread at full throttle,
living in the second. Survivin off the grams,
counting change that cowards scrounged up for back pay.
Roll up an take you and your homies bus money... better run quick yo momma says you late to take a ****
I try and stay cool headed, dealin wit selfish *******
Yall gotta understand that if I'm in yo whip ,handin you a zip... wether you my best homie or a the biggest punk ***** I'll look ya in the eyes an tell ya the same ****
( beat droops off into tempo snare)
(Hook)
I got whatever you want,
If ya need a real souljah ima killa for pay..
Movin weight is how I was raised.
I'ma bad *** till I'm in my grave.
Making paper, poppin Champaign.
Naked women help pass time by hopping in the long ride
This is my life- haters keep outta my sight.
24/7 I'm living 1 he'll if a life
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
I picked up the pieces of my shattered heart
and put them into my jar of fireflies.
Only way now to keep my heart-spark alive
To live healthy in the glow
I've left the lid open
Living with the fear that this light might leave me
I have to remind myself some days that dust still rises
So I walk like an oil well to keep your memory alive
I watched them bury you
and realised my biggest fear come true
Heaven can't be real
And coffins only trap our dead
I need to let you go
When I die I want to be naked
wet
and covered in seeds
Heaven is the transfer of energy
into new life
I don't wanna be a goddamm tombstone garden
I wanna be a real garden
With ******* roses
and lillies
And weeds
Weeds are hard to ****
Make me something strong again
Give me a reason to keep on going
Help me kick my own dust
I wanna make life
even after my life
and
I want you back
I want you back
Because I miss you so much some days
I drive sixty in suburban neighborhoods
Prayin the fire finaly takes me
and
I can't do it
I know I will wake up in the morning
and you still won't be here
Sent you an e-mail the other day but purposely got the address wrong
I just wanted your name in my inbox
Someone already has your cell phone number
I called them and cried
because when they answered
they sounded exactly like you
They've asked me to stop texting
Saying I have the wrong number
Did you know all the people on tv sitcom laughtracks are dead?
It is ghosts reminding us to laugh
Remind my smile
Remind my dust
Remind my firefly glow
To get bigger
Remind me that you're not really gone
Not gone gone
Even if you're just plant food
It means something
It's why grass itches your bare skin
Reminds you it's alive
I don't want to itch like your nightmares anymore
Just know
I am picking up the pieces as best I can
And I ******* miss you
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
fingerprints
made of clay
and the agave sun
burnin'
my skin
tequila
del sol
and thick pages
of holy words
Prayin’ God’s right hand
gets there first
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
Smoke a blunt, pack a bowl send me on my way.
Feeling better but feeling worse every single day.
Dont know what to do about this vicious circle im stuck in.
All I can do is give it to God and let the healing begin.
But I still miss it everyday and Im not sure why.
Why do I love it so much and always wanna get high.
No where else to turn so Im on my knees prayin.
Let God take it over cuz dood he aint playin.
I got the Jesus man holdin it down fightin temptation.
And I cant stop pushin now cuz Im building up Christs nation.
I know that Christ will use me for the greater good.
Just gotta get my story across and be understood.
Cuz I been thru the tradjedies and tried to escape it.
But I had to face reality and Im proud that I made it.
And I couldnt do it without Him yeah my savior till the end.
Only following Jesus not just following some trend.
And nobody can stop me even though satan will try.
But Ima prove him wrong its just a matter of time.
Cuz Ima find the best of me and use it to serve the Lord.
Even if its just my rhymes I wont be ignored.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 7:03 PM UTC
The Cake was good. Sweet and moist
like good kisses are too, slightly mysterious...
regarding where it came from, or how, specifically, it was created.
We ATE IT UP! for fun and we threw the rest of it ON THE GROUND.
... ...for respect.
All the while I expected it wouldn't be my last birthday, or my last anniversary, in this lake of open arms and forgiving faces.
forgiveness faces a tough crowd today.I know I've built bridges and tunnels through ways around it.
Down there I feel like a Canary,
chokin' to death,
hopin' to catch sight of the sun one more time
prayin' for speed...enough to save me.
Up top I feel like a tightrope walker,
cuz we make the smallest sacrifices, it seems like, at the time. For the smallest differences.
But that time was a lot lighter, and it either piles up, or moves forward, and either way you're leaving that bridge behind, I don't think I burned it, but I know time will...
Crumble Everything.
Gosh you look so scared, lighten up, it was a joke.
I ain't leaving this world or my freedom without you.
I can't blame you. Was scared too.
Terrified, black with ice frozen on the tunes I used to hum
from my Canary little heart,
Start
Testing
me.
See if I care.
I do, and I'll prove you right
About one thing.
Logic: Comfort from predictability.
Paradox: The predictability of growing.
Cliche: Home is where the heart is, isn't it?
Thoughts? ...and dreams
Sleep: ...Always better with you.
Remorse? Maybe a little.
Conclusion?
I spent a whole lot of time in a place, learning how to: life.
And I spent the last day there, ever,
expecting warm and sad nostalgia.
It was frightening and dark, that
midsummer's day.
Now I'm somewhere completely new.
Unfamiliar at best.
Looking down the bed at you,
Putting me through this test.
Sleep, you need your rest.
It takes a lot out, to grow, so fast.
To finally come to know, at last.
That you, are home.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC
Prayin for a snow day,
a lay at home day.
drinkin hot cocoa, bumpin some old Drake.
like "come winter"
and hope it comes we do!
pimpin season is over
i jus wanna lay here with you.
we know its not that serious,
talkin from experience.
this thing'll probably last a couple months,
maybe a few.
But im down to make it somethin
unforgettable
incredible
typa winter u throw up on a pedastool.
Till just after Valentines,
hear the last romantic chimes.
and pimpin seasons back on,
then you cant be mine,
and neither of us would mind.
at least,
I hope to find.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
lovely ladies bleeding
sad rhythms fast times
on the dance floor
blind
by shakes & strange
oozy
drinks that drip trip slow
& melody
& beats
of bad boys
disko
mama is dead
she died on
the
dance floor
big mama is
dead
she was queen
in her
head
but the drugs
told her that
& now the sirens
buzzard
the fluorescents trash on
people fly from windows
fly home.
to beat
the wrap
until next time
which is already tonight
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 6, 2010 at 7:46 AM UTC
if it was what it wasn't
I would be making millions
try and build myself a kingdom
every dollar bill I'll spend to make it
so overly extravagant
but it is what it is
and up to my neck in bills
quickly dodging overdrafts and bad credit
want to invest in more than assets but
in common sense cause
I'm over exhausted and overspent
if it was what it wasn't
I'd never shed a tear in my life
let me make it clear I spent too much time
drying eyes
and the pain will subside makin me feel alive
but it is what it is
and I'm finding myself drowning
eyes blurred like vision impossible
no one to quiet the cries
and I'm prayin for peace
while salt water broken dreams and saline
roll down my cheeks
if it was what it wasn't
I would let things be
maybe accept what happened to me
how things can be unfair
except all we've got is reality
now that's a scary
statement...
not because of reality
but because of the word, "we"
the weight of this responsibility
is placed upon everyone
since it is what it is
immediately erasing poverty
political war fair, corruption, homes that are forclosin, destruction, deforestation, genocide, **** famine, inequality, racism, the loss of the definition associated with that of being a human...
the inability to accept this is all
happening and that weight is too great
we wait and wait
we toil in turmoil and hate
that displaced our anger
released clenched fists
it is what it is
because if was what it wasn't
I would be a higher power
like I don't know; God, the dahli lama, Buddha or Allah
I wouldn't need to solve problems,
would already have all the answers
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
we get high on playground sets
without a scrape or bruise
masters of hiding seek, we got nothin else to lose
shining like gold stars, empty as outer space
too young to tell time, so anywheres the right place
guard up taking shots in the rooms we learned to walk in
glassy eyes on the dresser prayin no ones gonna walk in
grew up without a past, time movin way too fast for us
threw out all our watches close your eyes take a drag with us
down the ***** streets playin hop scotch and jump rope
red rovers long gone like we're too lost to come home
backyards blowin dro, fast cars, slow-motion
no parents no phones light up with no emotions
what happened to sleep overs or long nights alone
without repressed conflicts sparking up a bowl
this neighborhood isnt big enough for adventures
this surburban paradise is slowly wasting away
with our old childhood games
the playground is rusting, our jumpropes are gone
the lady who gave us snickers on halloween has passed on
like the lightning bugs we caught in jars
the only thing that hasnt changed are the perfectly manicured lawns
hiding our demises in a cinderella jewelry box
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
a little country boy
Watching
Prayin
( For rain )
•
Do we remember ?
Do we
Understand ?
LOOK !
a country
Boy and girl
Walkin hand in hand
::
(
•
)
^^
wild bird
In the sky
Freedom never ever dies
The seed !!
Always
Is
yours to find
//
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
They call it stormy Monday,
But Tuesday's a hurricane.
Wednesday's even worse without you babe.
Thursday's also sad,
And Friday's just as bad,
Saturday ain't worth the wait without you babe.
I'll spend my first Sunday in church
Prayin' all day,
For you to come back baby.
They call it stormy Monday,
Since my baby went away.
Tuesday's been a hurricane
Cause my baby went away again,
Wednesday's even worse
Its like livin' with a curse without you babe.
Thursday's also sad,
And Friday's just as bad,
Saturday ain't worth the wait.
Then Sunday came like it was fate,
And I prayed for you all over again.
Every Monday's stormy without you
And every day just gets more blue.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I stare at the walls,
With pleading eyes
Prayin that one day,
they'll scream out the answer
one day i'll sleep
One day i'll be calm
One day
Some day
Soon, I hope,
I beg
I need the answer
I need the cause
I am dying
Fading away
It's only a matter of time until I waste away
We all know it
There's no use denying,
hiding from the truth,
The reality
I have been pushed to the edge
And now I must fall off
I resist
I grasp onto the small bit of faith that hasn't left me yet
It's what's keeping me alive
It's all that's left of me
all that I am
I refuse to let my faith go
I cannot bear to see it leave
I must survive,
hold on;
One more day,
For the rest of my life
I will keep my head up
Face this world head on
I will survive.
Somehow.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
**** on the insides
**** on the outsides
waitin on a ride
to bury all the evidence
the defense you provide
is irrelevant
its starting to make sense
cant get any change
cant even afford this game
but hey, what the **** do i care?
you aint got no one else to blame
So stop acting all scared
Step in the rain
Ill-prepared
Aint no drain in these streets
We all drown
Double dare
Hold our breath
Close and near
To the throat of society population is eyein me
describing me quietly in closed circles conspiring
Dying nice and clean was a righteous dream in a ***** mind
find the irony
I'm getting high while lighting leaves deep in fall while falling deep
All this air surrounding me
Weighing me down,
I gotta find out how to relieve the oxygen building up around me
It's intoxicating just seeing you breathe
Takin a breath, hold it in deep
count to ten, do it again
Countin them sheep until im back to sleep
prayin not to wake up again
oh lordy here he is
my soul to keep
Asleep on the highway of life til i hear beeps my alarm clock keeps me grounded and enemies weak
Pound my fist into the cheeks of these clowns been down for weeks painting frowns with tears that leaked
Drowning in the aftermath of all the facts found in the fine print of the devils contracts
Tryna relax, but my mind is spying and I can't control these subconscious mental acts
Knowing that my peers are sheep control will mold em obsolete
I pull the switch admire beef entirely
My tires screech arrive at scenes with knives that gleam
Its a nightly thing
Keep my guillotine shinin clean
Frightening
That ever time my slate is wiped up clean
The blood stains come back violently
It's a sight to see that no matter how much bleach I use to clean up my speech
There's still an outline showin the shape of every time I thought the only eyes that could see me were mine
Its piling around me, this evidence about to drown me, only good thing is aint nobody found me
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Begging to have our eyes opened
we spend our days prayin or smokin
Sayin wer'e looking for something higher, higher
We walk on solid ground just as timidly
as the ripples rippledthrough the Galilean sea
broke scared
broke scared around peter and Jesus' feet
write deep music deep music
but we won't ever sing it in public
because we're afraid that we'll find
that when it hits the ears of the audience
it won't be worth the words we spent
the truth is
we look for
the Sermon in the suicide -
moral in the ****** of five
the truth is, the truth is
sometimes it's hard to find
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC