this is a letter to the world,
I have come to the conclusion that all living creatures on earth are fed up with my loopieness.
I will impress them all and then they see me for all...
I have to offer which is nothingh and I get nothing back.
they will ignore me and I will scream for an orderly...
but I'm not locked up I'm out I'm free and all I can think of
is why this window is streaking.
the rain comes down in sheets hits the window hits my soul.

has it gone on long enough yet
I STILL feind for a goal.
still scream and roll my rants and raves in the ears of the old.
narrow minded?
sure it been years since I gave up on free rhyming.
and ever since then i've been stuck
non-lime-lighting.

you all know for a fact I have no intrest in rap i almost hate the genre, and still wind up quoting from big papa.

not hear not now maybe not ever
maybe I won't be poor amybe I won't ever not shower.
a struggling artist
pfppfhhhf!!!
try yuppie struggling to pretendto be artistic.
these words will never be quated in the way I hope i need to have this rewrote. in a profesional sence do you get the words I say in the way I say these words?

not garbled and incoheirant..
truley true and you all must bare it.
these are words already printed on pages in books that i wrote and you all would never want to stare at.
cause it looks like hoky ass jokes. scribbled in pages blue lines and they all look scary.