Whos in control. The umbilical cable conected to the microphone. That connects to the earlobe hole of my soul. The whole globe can hear my internals. Dialog. I wont die in the fog.
The best version of myself on the stereo.
What you fear you create.
You control your own fate.
A little bit of hope and faith.
Can take
You to a beautiful place.
Be patiant and wait.
And become that artist that was able to escape.
That same old grind.
Factory worker.
Strong back
Weak mind.
I became refined. When reclined
I redifine the new design
Suffer and Start over from the bottom line. become alive.
Live inside the sickest sickness.Rewrite what i think was right.
Rappers today are like little toys that get wound up. Hipe hop in decline. Wounded on a dead line. Round up. Spit it with a hot flame fiddle with your heart stings you got a minisicule pittiful not listensble interlocked with nothing intellectual bitch in you.
Think about yourself selfish not considerable
Nothing tangable that can be touched.
Undestinguished. Feeble minded beavis.
Time is a sculpture open to voltures mushroom evny for penis.
The hate between us.
sequence. The clock and each thought
Left alone to think and become the meanst
It wont stop. Practice repeated. But before it gets good it has to be broken to pieces.
For whatever reason
Fly trap in venus.
No alcohol
Theres no load that al could hall. .
I feel connected. But i am detached.
But i feel better with my brother back from rehab.
Furthermore.
Never the less.
Non the less.
Time is the less.
Walking home with hair nets.
Lifes a mess.
Buiot to dived. Get not rest. to have that reset.
Reinvent.
Everything gets better over time.
Why go into decline.
You cant just live in recline?
I have to sit on my own
Rip into the unknown. Own my decision to glow.
The bird gets flown.
Life is a loan. You have to pay back.
Till way back. Memories of hard laughs
Face facts.
In the mirror i face max.
No face mask.
Horizontal like way back.
Nostolgia like its from way back.
Hatchet and axe
Cuts through into the last laugh.
This is that last dance.
When you do everything you can but its enough to where you cant. Enough
Eliminate anxiety from your life.
Live your life out of love and conpassion.
Be true to yourself and love as hard as you can.
Smile and feel alive.
Realize. It isnt just you effected. Be true. Convalescent. In the eseence of one sentence. Not offensive the words digested that you dodnt mean to say. It cones in waves and days go by like legs walking over water in a lake. Catch the snake. Slivering in your head the sliver in the hamd. . The illest one. It hurts to understand. So bad What one person can do to change. To the Take a second. For yourself.
Do for yourself. What others cant.
You could call this another rant.
But what leaps from my lungs sometimes feels like a chance.
to be something And theres no distance to what happene d in the past.
The past.
BURDEN
