Dear Journal...
 

i'm audio...fuck perfect structure, and fuck vocabulary where my listeners will have to be on dictionary.com while reading my piece
Basically a song that I was writing in class yesterday...gonna turn it into a song...ain't the best thing, but I'm gonan edit out the parts I don't like. tell me what u think. Oh, and if anybody knows a song that has the words "dear journal" pm me plz...I needa sample out sumthin.

Dear Journal...


Well todays the big day, finally im ready
I've learned how to shoot and hold my gun steady
I've been practising for weeks, and now im a master
and I think it's about time that I begin this diaster
Bit i'll tell you my plan. since you hold my secrets
Your basically the only real friend i've ever met
You haven't been spent, didn't sell out my plots
It's a shame our long bond will end with a few shots
Well it's basically like this, I'm gonna kill myself
Then my mom will get her long and desired wealth
She'll get money from the country, and be famous as can be
And this is all my simple way of saying "sorry"
I've made her stressed, now she has a head without hair
I've ruined her life, so to make it good is only fair
Don't worry ma, be easy, rest underneath your covers
soon this will all be over my dear mother...


Well nows skools over, and i'm sitting at home
stroking the gun that'll blow off my dome
You'd think I'd be sad, but actually i'm not
If lifes a bitch then death is a nice one thats hot
Then I thought how my death will tear the world apart
How directors will fight for the rights to my plot
and the shot!....dam that shit is gonna b ill
too bad I won't be around to see my own blood spill
oh well...Thats one thing I won't get to see
What's the point of staying here if my mom doesn't love me
But Journal..am I crazy? for thinking this stuff
Nah...the world is crazy for making life so tough
Now just to write a shout out, wait...I have no friends
Except for my journal, paper, and my pen...
Only thing left is a time to pick my end
think west! a time to remember...11:11...


Well journal, I guess this is good bye old friend
atleast u'll still be around to preserve my rememberance
I can just picture it now...the cops finding this
cryin as the read the mind of a depressed young kid
I look at my pistol, and admire its shine
How could such a pretty object take such ugly lives
Then I look in my mirror...ya I see something
That something is a loser...an obtainer of nothing
Everything i've ever held...is what I couldn't hold...
Only the pieces in my journal have never been told
Im sorry lord, but this dance, the devils gonna steal
Now just to act the last chaper in my ordeal
I grab the picture of my mom, that's lying on my bed
softly let out a tear and kiss her on her head
Now where to place the pistol...head, heart, or jaw...
Oh yea...I forgot...............Happy Birthday Ma....

umm it was aight..some nice lines..
but i was expecting a twist in the story..

keep elevating tho..

uppin

atleast oen breakdown plz....

I already had a OM called Dear Journal.....anywho..this was okay..and yes this would mos-def be tight on audio!