Careless

[Intro] x2

Struggling times so I produced rhymes

Times are rough and tough so I use love

Writing is my therapy so I preach,Teach

Wordscapes allows me to escape

Using my writing tools to school fools.

School is for the weak minded we learn when we leave the place we all grieve however these valuable lessons to be learned in school sessions such as writing, reading and solving equations everything else is alienating the child's mind to be the same instead of one of a kind school didn't serve me great it fucked me with rage and hate and I was always the bullies bate as I was moving at a fast rate.

Trying to navigate through my life to separate myself from the knife that holds me tight I walk on the knife edge daily as am paranoid about the world and the feelings everyone is out to delete me from this universe my head's in a spiral verse am trying to immerse but instead am cohersed into the empty space of levitation as am elevating above life looking to submerge to my knife to grip life.

I hold life by the horns and I have done many wrongs however am just trying to survive and stay alive the world's out to make me an archive so I strive to revive I always feel dead there's never a light circling around my head so am looking through the dark eyes seeing what lies ahead so I make my bed and I have to lay in it which is fine cos am not intimidated by you mimics no gimmicks given.

Why would I care for the world when they never cared for me why dose everyone stay and say you only live once well son am like a cat I have nine lives especially when am tied to the knife I have a need to survive and revive the boy who's died my personas make up 8 and the boy who's been bait makes me the ninth ain't no mime just endless time for me to make pricks legless and slap them stickers.

I try keeping the flicks down to a minimum but my brain goes through the millennium and I feeling like helium squeaking and wheezing but cunts don't see the damage behind me and when I try to explain they look down on me so I turn my crown into a frown and bring them down laid to rest for my own sick success am blessed when I cause others harm I look at them like spams useless which serves no purpose.

It's time I resurfaced and resurrect from the naughty step and aim for the happy steps however I will never be happy I just pretend as my life's come to its Fucking end am nothing but a bellend who needs blended all over the land we walk places we talk when we rock out with our friends another thing I have fucking no one and am blessed less stress just trying to fix my heads distraction more action to meet the reaction.

Am never happy and I never will be as my life's deleted am living in a depleted reality of nine lives and many enemies as the world's out to get me I am never safe always walking beside the graves as the paranoid state is high rate pushing me to the final plate with my skates rates.