wuddup, i just started writing so im open to suggestion but dont even post if your just gunna talk shit.




so cold and solo, so low,to much time to cry
sit back, cross my arms and close my eyes
questions in my head: why im still alive? shoulda died
but barely escaped the grips of suicide
my chest, rise and fall, wasted air again
it coulda been a breath for one who didnt sin
let the ink flow, easing my pressures with a pen
close the eyes again, and slowly count back from ten
asking god for forgiveness only heaven could send
but i open my eyes and the feeling remains
dwelling in this hole filled with darkness and pain
restrained by the hate and my mind goes insane
looking for an exit, i find myself to blame
my heart turns black and pumps cold blood to my veins
nothing is constant, time passes erratic
the devil himself plots against me with tactic
got me actin crazy, smokin herb like an addict
tryin to hear god but all i hear is static
falling down the wrong path in a disguise of plastic
a spiderweb of toughts clouds my mind like smoke
so lite up a blunt, hit it, then choke
sin afer sin, intoxicated on rum and coke
drowning in an ocean of frustration
waiting for my senses, growin steady impatient
trying to shake off this severe intoxication
observing the world and questioning my placement
i wasnt meant for this worl or this time
evaluating this error, i realize it was mine
feeling the only exit is death, but instead i write rhymes
avoiding the ultimate sin, i apologize to god
i regret the day i labled you a fraud - geniziz ©