Jason Mask On

I've got my Jason mask on I'm ready to start wars
Picked up a pen and dropped the machete to the floor
Only cowards use weapons, real men use their words to make a statement
Blood leaks from my pen to the page and the words are Strong enough to break the pavement
One day my words will shake up the earth
I love it when someone says there's something they hate about my verse
I'll speak my mind till the day I'm placed in a hearse
I may not be the best poet, but I hope I'll be considered great with my words
My rhymes will provide you everything that you lack in your head
You can't kill me because I've already came back from the dead
Survived my suicide attempts, if I couldn't do it myself what makes you think that you can?
I'm not going back to the old me, I'm a new man
I'm stronger than ever, the pain inside of me has left
25 letters in the alphabet because I don't give a F
You didn't do right by me, now there's no escaping that wrong
Why does he have his Jason mask on?
Its not even Friday the 13th its just a normal day
Because I learned people you care about treat you in the most awful way
Jason Voorhees with a pen, my poetry is a horror scene
Overcoming yesterdays nightmares to live tomorrow's dream
I'm just a crazy psychotic bipolar poet
Jason mask on because I'm insane but at least I know it
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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