prozak's thoughts and struggle
 

april 10, 2006

tryin ta figure out if i have a purpose
nuthin ta think about i just feel worthless
maybe it just me tryin ta find more than cash
no one trusts me and im a bit of an outcast
tired of people claimin i just want attention
actin like a no brained kid & always guessin
someone always has sumthin against sumthin
i'll be tryin ta get "attention" if im a dumb kid
and i'll be tryin ta be "impressin" if im smart
feels like people stretchin till im pulled apart
been askin this question but it so damn hard
ta find the answer maybe i should look faster
why the hell did god give me this set of parents
that try ta control me and is completely careless
they dont know me they practicaly terrorists
they just dont see that they bein the unfairest
why aint i as wealthy as the other kids round here
guess god cant tell me why i happen ta live out here
where im so stranded yet i still rap out here

yo just a lil bit of my thoughts ta start off my first entry

April 11th, 2006

sick day, bitch :thefinger

just like another day i didnt wanna wake up
i found another way ta be more of a fake fuck :flipoff:
had a few words ta say that i just made up
said i was really sick and i caught an illness
i made it appear as if it was the realest
even made it look like i tried going ta school
still didnt go with no fight but its all cool
i didnt even fake it until i made it in the car
after i faced it we didnt even make it far
she believed me cuz i tried a diffrent way :)
it was so easy what more can i say
she so loveable cuz she so gullable
so she took this ill rhyme sprayer
big time faker A.K.A big risk taker
back inside of her Buick Le Sabre
went back home picked up the phone
called me in sick and left me alone
has ta work her shift im on my own
been fakin this shit since i was born
now ima finish this shit and record
~PC~

April 11th part 2:

bad news:

proof's no longer wit us all cuz of some cold hearted killaz
i couldnt fuckin believe it since the first time i seen it
i loved the things he did now hes no longer breathing
his heart stopped beating before this very evening
wish god took me instead now another rappers dead
bullets imbedded in his head no more words'll be said
from this former living spiritual intellgent piece of mind
it's torture ta be forgettin every sentence and line
that proof has ever spittin cuz he's really one of a kind
it's unimaginable picturing what the hell em's goin through
damn animals goin and killin people till we dead u'll be killed too
why didnt god take me instead he took another celebrity
why not go and waste me so what the hell u tellin me
my life more worth living??? hell naww i hate being alive
he spit and they listened now had ta go and die
so fuck this shit.............im done wit this shit