I'm too ****** up can't fix me now
Not sure I would even know how
Probably wouldn't change if I could
Too bad to want to be good
Head strong and stuck in my ways
Natural born rebel...Can't do as they say
Too wrong trying to be right
Rather sleep in the woods any night
Then fall asleep in the presence of men
Shiesty disguised as your friends
I'm too ****** up and far to lost
Too much time passed; my blackened soul rots
Too ****** up to ever be found
No hope for my Gypsy won't slow down
They say I'll never settle in
I'm too ****** up; I've always been
Born and raised in old school ways
I miss how it was those days
I'm ****** up but so's the rest of this world
Not simple like when I was a little girl
So I'm okay with my ****** up self
Rather be me than anyone else
I am okay; Forgiven my sins
I am at peace with the life I've lived
A few regrets yet they taught me alot
Lucky to have the ones I've still got
Angels watched over me all my life
Sent as friends I met over time
Though their wings tattered and torn
Still Angels to this ****** up girl
To far gone to wanna go home-
This life the only life I know
I'm not right but I'm right enough
Can't fix me now; I like to be ****** up

There's the coffin
Here's the nail
You and your demons
Can go to hell
You need to be grateful
I coulda sent you to jail
Been shiesty and told What I know I should tell
Your *** would be a lifer
They'd never grant you bail
Destroy the key after they locked the cell
But lucky for you
After the months of hell you put me through
And the degrading things
you made me do
I can walk away
With a simple *******.
This is now your game of
one
Not two
So go ahead *******
WHAT'S YOUR NEXT MOVE?

I see the flower growing
no water just blood flowing
My brothers all distracted
no brains to counteract with..

The violence is appalling
reminders of the drawling
Are constantly broadcasted
incased in shiny plastic..

Beautiful and shiesty
the flower nurtured so
By every evil soul
delivering the blows..

If clarity is water..
most are dehydrated
If wisdom was a homie
most are very unaquanted..

A feast!
To say the very least,
Grand ol fans fold eating from the beast..
But who is really eaten?
Who is not mistaken?
Who will soon awaken?
The eaten aren't alive,
Only the living thrive
To maybe open third eyes...orr
Maybe not.
Majority of people like aesthetics that are not...
Pleasing to me i wander sadly in my mind as I'm unable to see,
Whats enthralling about money that is far from your possession.
Deep inside the being of a monsters thick intestines..
Deep inside the mind of brothers leaving you to die..
I ponder as to why nobody hears my angry cry..
Is it not ferocious?
Still too softly spoken?
Why do you not feel it?
The muddle of erosion..
The lack of conscious thought..
It seems it is on purpose
But still i see your caught.
Your brothers lie to you
They aren't really happy..
Money isn't joy..
Tis a shiesty ploy,
To keep your spanned attention
Within their false direction..

Walk with me children ^.^
Ill show you how to live.
Without bravado talk and pride that money loves to give..

Part of me should listen
wont take my own advice
I told you so from trees
their usually always right
I tried to purely give
without receiving much
Im weak
i cant
Go on without your touch
engulfed in your molasses
Your shiesty potent potion
hardens me in place
And drains me of emotion
nothing there to change
You do not want us to grow
ill take my bag of seeds
And find a place to sow