got hours
counting powers
of the super human cowards
the trousers
of our fouler
never soured feelings grown
im a kid
never did listen
now im feeling ******
eyes feeling drury
as my fingers typed flown
im grinning cuz im reminiscent of your moan
heads still spinning
whyd you have to break my home
texts to calls
forwards
rings stalled
trying to get back to what we had
im just **** faced and *** brown bagged
take some shrooms
just to get mad
they are the feeling to show
when i am dead

the sleezy
dont tease me
they all have needs
so why be greed
freedom *******
do you speak?
english to your mother
yours doesnt keep
word just like butter
smooth but melts when theres heat
a stoner and my words are meek

I have got all of this written out in front of me
is this a change of life
time spents leans mostly toward apathy
ive got scattered thoughts
letters ina box
arranged with words for the crossed
paused
and Nintendo'ed my turn
got suits
more then a firm
lifes fit daily
grief only earned
im ******* lazy
when a squares been burned'n
times only wasting
wine spit tasting
chased more rabbit holes
then that blonde tripped facding
mushrooms
little cup and cake casing
hats galore
enough to fit the room
***** smelling
cat smiling
is my doom
when im chasing

trapped in a box
but i really dont mind
glass bottle on the shelf thatll help the rewind
back to when troubles were lined
rehearsed before you got the ticket or fined
you walk around with your head on your *** cuz you got spined
i laugh with my head in the clouds that stop before nine
its closed up shop
too full for at the top
god said i only take the cream of the crop
and you can stand outside with those white cops
yea that was a stab at white people
i know what race i am
but you dont know when the race began
im just saying life aint fair
yea got that straight hair mole on face
temper too short
for you to walk your *** to the water of grace
its too hot out
and i cant stand this
other peoples can even find there manners
to shut the **** up
and get on with life
no color will decide gods price
not time or brother too good for that dice
we will all learn that we are all just mice

when you grow up in a small town
you see everyones smiles
everyones frown
count the mother *******
count the clowns
where was all the dogs
when your girl did pound?
its all different
we all spittin images
of those that spit kids
and did think about the benefits
of wasting away their innocence
im am worth more then this
reminiscent of those kids
were in my class that i did miss
but he doesn't know if he is living
i may have acted like i faced this
took e
popped viks
smoke ****
****** her
mixed this
brother drowned lean
kis this *****
rolled that jay
stole that key
broke that screen
heard my buddy go off to jail
while i laid asleep
i wish i could go back on that night
maybe his neck
could breath