How I Feel
Things can be crazy, but lately, I keep hearing the same thing that it's me, geeze, when will the bs cease, unless it's only here because of me, or maybe, every bodies right n I ain't right, my head or heart is uffed up, too uffed up to straighten up, like Lego blocks that's hold a stock up, so now what, what's next to come thru n have me looking again, crazy, vision hazy, trying to find a place to be, chill n achieve some peace, but apparently, the only other companion is misery, n anarchy riding in the back seat, I'm thinking finally they right, I am like all the bs, all the drama, all the strife pestilence corroded shyt, smh, close my eyes because the sight of these things price, just ignite, something irrelevant to the plight, I'm talking out the side of my neck so let me early say goodnight.....peace
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