Poetry

i am caught in a circle
half way to hell
its getting hotter, and i
need a miracle
shits hysterical
only one thing left, is a turntable
spin my favorite shit I like
im in the air
kinda like a polterghiezt
these bitches be in the past tense
life i used to live
is my life
when you feel it coming
rumagizing thru night only leads to nothing
when you get it
you find that
you have no purpose
only on this surface

my logic is none, i was born under the son
cloudy as it seems i see an eclipse coming
running got my blade stabbin the defense
condensed, past tense
apprhendence of a co-dependent sentence
coming together'ly naked
body got to be shakin'
earthquakin'
in the end its makin' a statement
pushed into a placement
frozen as a statue
virtues in virtual disorder
toward to merky water i can feel choked
dont smoke or do dope
watch it be played out like a soap
only way out is the boat


nocturnal, always keepin a thermal
thermistate droppin bout to have a heart attack
grand theft auto
keepin cars jacked, and outta disorder
livin off this tank a quarter mile per hour
sweet as sour and spicey as mild
take it how you wanna take it
or sell your soul to the devil
leisure is my only option
take it slow as fast as i can take it
make or break it
need to make a hit in the studio
liable to feel suicide
second hand smoke
lifes a joke when your flat broke
jobless livin with your mother
and thats all you got
disaibilty is all i get
it isnt that easy to stop
keep going downhill till you bottom out
when you snap you go pop
paralyzed in my sleep, unable to thrive
keepin hope alive

goin hard, disregard my power
knock you out, long armin, wilted flower
regress the time depressed
obsessed with cola, drinkin pop every hour
headache crack the head with a lead pipe
chirpin birds bezerkin, inserted a  asprin in my mouth
calmin down, i think i should lay on the sofa
drinkin cola, heavy on the soda, my raps on the radio
knew that it would be comin
aint that somethin'

drawin a distance, far beyond my range
tear the skin, now im scarface
tommy vercitti
got a chiansaw
call me leatherface
anti social and hopefull
get a bowlfull of the sins that we face
erased, a nutcase
shell cases all over the place
who sells it no doubt ive bought

songs of the season, breezin i feel a cold front comin
dont rhyme for nothin
premium is what im huffin
cereals what im eating
this seat is where im sittin
all i see is the second demension
pain in the mid secction
thats where i keep my weapon
nothin for somethin
somethin for nothin
anger problem, need managment
heal me and bandage it
tastin my future
protein supplement
energy drinkin, when im diabeticc
going to the pool and start swimmin

desert eagle, nine millemeter
one cinemeter, from your head
go boom, blast your brains all over, widespread
make a mess, lookin at it
hard to digest
give you a stomach ache
working out
body by jake
put the insanity work out on, when your runnin
away from this handgun
shits for fun
playin it doom or quake
sharp shooter
trigger happy
lookin like lasanga
steal your sony playstation
put a porno in and start masturbating
my proclamintion, dont need one
if you see me, just to menttion
check my mid section, thats where i keep my handgun
dont need no discremanation, when you see red
its because your bleedin
blood maybe blue, but everybodys blood bleeds red


better live it up before you get up
when i grow up
i wanna go to outer space
astornaut
ultimate get away


i need a pick me up, so i get up
stand up to these pretenders
dismember thier limbs, and watch em fall
timberrrrrrrrrrr
drop, thats it, nothing left, ashes to ashes
dust to dust
dearly departed is such as casual as the killin
confiscate and start stealing
need the medicine, like riddilin'
a pick me up, whenever im down
last another round
chew'd up, beef jerky is all they talk
jerky like a jerk thats irks me
im a veteren at this shit
a citizen most likely not to fuck with
send em home mulched up in buckets
thats how unlucky it is
design faces into sadness, gladless
glee is wreckless



dont ignore me, say to yourself that your better than me
you the oposite, and iam built more poetically
than my a doctors prescripption papers meddically
i maybe bipolar, syke me outta my mind and i go crazy
ive been punchin the bag on and off
and startin to wear my glasses, so it should be simple
to see, that its more than jus a pimple, than spreadin acne
my sycology is more about life and livin than dermatology
i talk about bad shit than what i should be, my censored shit
should be more censored than not even created

lifes a riddle, it blows up in your face
than you backpedal
steady writing and typing flows
its a fire, burnin desire, thirst for the music, i use to inspire
try not to abuse it

i need anger managment for my insides, personally i have a personal disorder
outta order and no quaters
porky is out of the piggy bank, and
in the oven, overcooked
take me to the bank

sense a style
sense a grace
pick up the pace
or be that last at the race
tasters choice
well poised

the odds the ends
the ruins of the dead
flows thru the veins
like a mad man
decayed and made
metamorphe into and out of
bleed dirt
drink rust
thirst submits
the lower it gets
the higher i fall
anti gravity
jump in the forever
feet sever'd from the never
pull the lever
the abyss is achived

over and over again
pain in a stain this, wafer this
beginning to end
sending a messege to someone again
link to my light
dark is glare as air tomight