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I Just Found Out

i just
found out
life isnt
real

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Life

im getting         
sick of               
all the               
fake people                  
you only
get one             
life 
there aint                          
no sequel         
acting like           
youre equal          
to my                 
god                    
all this                 
bull*****             
has bogged       
my mind              
im looking           
for a                  
sign                    
to let                  
me know            
everything
will be 
fine
but i
know it 
wont
so im 
just gonna
grab my
coat
and get
off this
boat
before it
sinks
to the 
bottom
of the 
lake
this is
crazyeights
locked in
a crate
trying to
plan an
escape
but i 
know its
my fate
to just
give up
and die
please dont 
cry
im not 
worth the
tears
ive been
dead
for the 
past few
years
its too
late to 
scart acting
like you
care
cuz i
know you 
didnt
before i
go
i need 
to finish
a few
things
but i
dont know 
what they
are
hell isnt
that far
off
and heaven
is just
too far
away
when my
mind coughs
my mouth
will spray
so get
out the
way
cuz im
filled with
diseases
mushroom trips
get enhanced
with reeses
and some
oj
seeing shit
that will
make you
wanna run
away
but you
cant run
from yourself
im like 
a witch
that will
melt
if i
get hit 
with water
i want 
that liquid
acid
**** the 
blotter
that shit
is weak
i need
something strong
so i
can reach
my peak
playing 
hide and 
go seek
with my
own head
eventually i
will be
dead
laying in
a bed
filled with
roses
on my
way to
meet moses
cuz i 
disobeyed
the lord
i couldnt
afford
to follow
the word
of christ
so he
wont be
that nice
to me
on my
judgement day
but what
can i
say
i chose
to go
the wrong
way
now i
need to
pray
that i
will be
saved
before i
go
cuz right
now
im just
an uncleansed
soul
and i
really dont
know
what will
happen
im really
only at
peace
when im
napping
so let 
me sleep
thats what
i need
that will
be my
good deed

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Trash

im so
sick
of all the
****ing bullshit
this is a
full-fledged
spit session
with no
hesitation
when im
contemplating
if i should
let them
do an
examination
of my
brain
i already
know that
im ****ing
insane
and ****ed
in the
head
my thoughts
are scary
like going
to the
feds
or getting
a whole
bunch of
lead
to the
****ing chest
causing
a bloody
mess
all through
the streets
dont critique
my technique
cuz im
too ****ing
ill
like doing
20 xanax
pills
at one
time
youll never
feel the
sadness
in your
heart
as i
do in
mine
so dont
try and
compare
cuz we
will never
share
the same
hurt
kinda like
bert and
ernie
when im
gone
please dont
mourn me
cuz i'll
be on
a beautiful
journey
to the
otherside
believe me
i dont
mind this
ride
i will
not hide
i will
accept
my fate
i just
hope my
fate
are those
pearly gates
that shine
so bright
to tell
you the
truth
i rather
be a
ghost
in the
night
like a
lost soul
that just
didnt make
it
and i
dont regret
shit
or say
that im
sorry
cuz theres
no turning
back
and i
cant
change the
past
all i
can do
is try
to throw
away
this trash
and start
fresh
with a
new test
that i
hope to
past
but im
running out
of gas
trying to
haul ass
but im
just
standing still
its cold
outside
and im
getting a
chill
with some
goosebumps
still trying
to take
this trash
to the
dump
wondering if
i'll ever
get there
wondering more
if i
really care
knowing that
i dont
so i
might as
well
not front
so just
give me
a blunt
so i
can get
high
cuz its
time to
fly

       "Trash"

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Sporadic

Why was I born
Was it so I can mourn 
My youth
8 years old and losing a tooth
Now I'm old and I choose
To dwell on my mistakes
Tired of being fake
So I must make a change 
Change for a 20
Actually I'm in my 30s
Things are no longer funny 
And Im feeling dirty
Seeing birdies and stars
Left with hurtful scars
Chronic in jars
To ease my head
My thoughts are running crazy
All I see is red
Forget B.O.D.
You're certainly better off dead
Trying to kill my mind 
But it's made of lead
Bullets do nothing
Got vains of steel
These knives aren't cutting 
There is no fronting
So get to the back
Cut me some slack and wait for 
the next track

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Self Abusive

damn 
i just
relasped
and i
cant grasp
the concept
that i
let myself
go
going to
the point
where im
losin all
control
but i
cant hold
on
its the
same old
song
and ive
been singing
it
for far
too long
i cant
stay
strong
and its
upsetting
and im
betting
that i'll
never change
am i
better off
locked in
a cage
away from
the world
i'll contemplate
it
as i
twirl this
blunt
rolling a
fat one
to go
on a
hunt
to make
some money
im not
stupid
but i
act like
a dummy
and doing
dumb shit
but i
cant split
from myself
im stuck
with the
thoughts
in my
mind
and responsible
for my
health
drugs for
me
is like
water
to the
wicked witch
and its
gonna make
me melt
cuz i
felt it
once before
two or
three times
maybe four
and im
sure
im headed
for danger
trying to
break
into a
car
with a
metal hanger
so you
better have
an alarm
on your
ranger
cuz im
coming 
to do
something
and youll
end up
with nothing
cuz i'll
have it
all
i hate
when i
take the
devils call
cuz i
know eventually
i will
fall
flat on
my face
and catch
a case
losing my
personal space
no good
time 
for me
i just
need to
believe
that i
can stay
clean
it hurts
so much
i just
wanna scream

SPECTRUM 6 WRITTEN ON 5-1-2013

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Misdirection

all my
problems
are my
own fault
it burns
like an
open wound
with some
salt
getting caught
doing my
dirt
then going
to court
with stains
on my
shirt
but
thats
how it
is
no matter
what
i gotta
handle my
biz
my goal
is to
be rich
but i'll
never suceed
cuz i
cant
let go
of my
greed
i need
something
much more
solid
but i
cant call
it
so im
just gonna
let it
go
cuz i
really dont
know
who i 
am
yo
wheres my
fam
they put
me in
foster care
cuz they
didnt give
a damn
and neither
do i
but every
night
i cry
myself to
sleep
but you
will never 
hear a
peep
because im
ashamed
that ive
been a
slave
to worldly
ways

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Quick 5

i dont
write
to get
respect
i write
for those
that are
close to
their death
sitting
in a
chair
high off
benzos and
meth
feeling like
theres nothing
left
might as 
well be
blind and
deaf
so i
can be
oblivious
to this
worlds mess
everyday im
put to
a test
and people
wonder why
i resort
to the
ses
it calms
me down
and reminds 
me that
im blessed
still having
to deal
with a
mind
that is
stressed
collecting my
thoughts
hiding them 
in a
nest
saving for
a raining
day
like you
do your
investments

5 Minute Challenge     May 13, 2013