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Middle Weight
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My Words...
IP:
LoL, I woke up this morning to see I had typed this last night when I was drunk lol...let's see what comes up when a drunk 15 year old kid starts typing away at his computer.
P.S...I am an audio artist, so fuck structure and that crap.
My Word...
So this what it feels like when your soul is lost
when emotions take over and become your boss
When your life means nothing, when you pumped with stress
When you say "fuck that bitch life" and begin to hit on death
Nothing matters when nobody wants to believe you
when you speak your words clear so they think your see-through
When you plannin suicide, eyes dark and cold
When your word means nothing in what u've been told
All I have are my words, can't have the rest of them
My appearance dont define me like that paper and pen
You can look at me, and think you see a troubled child
but then look at my words and just realize that i'm wild
I'm eagar to find out, what we haven't found out
Like to find what finding is all about
The things i feel, no other has felt
thoughts that would frighten children more than the thought of a belt
so fuck the ladder to success cuz that shit ain't in reach
fuck fighting for justice, all I need is my speech
fuck surgery, good clothes, all that shit is absurd
I dont need nothing else...except for my words...
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