I'M About To Blow
Its hard to find humanity and it damn near baffles me but if ya look hard enough you'll find where the battle be. Lying within! undieing, begin with yaself I'm crying a sin. Trying to win but faliure is underlieing, I'm prying my wings open once again. Striving to sing barely coping, wants in vain. I fail to entertain idea's on my brain telling me it will be ok and simply just refrain.
From thought's of negativity living in stupidity. Everyday changing what thus is to me. Try to remain a busy bee but go kamakazi idiocy. Sit myself down and stew in privacy. And so I write it down try to turn it around gain some perspective like obesity gains pounds. Try not lose it though, hunt it like a hound. Smells like blood I think I'm nearly found. There's a pac in every thug i'm so far underground. I ain't even on the scene while they runnin towns. Its all about the cream, the dollar and the pound.
I would have carried on but I'd have probably made ya frown if ya hadn't allready. Been set, ready to go! gotta keep it steady. No regrets about to blow like dizzie gettin heavy. Gunna break like katrina overthowing levy's. Drown ya all with kindness have anuva bevy.
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