trapped in my own body.


This pieace is real these are problems I really have or had in real life so I hope you enjoy this read.

Sadness is just a neutral sight living in this crucial life.
things seem to smoothen but bad luck appears like I have a voodo wife.
happiness is rare because I'm under rage so fights are on another stage.
a 9 to 5 is not on my clock cuz I'ma fugitive and we're both underage.
things take time so the road to a happy life is the answer pacients?
because so far our goals keep falling apart like hair on cancer patients.
my ink will smile......pad will laugh......... as my pen uh cry.
but these words will just lead to more mood swings like a gemani.

All this weight on my shoulder is making my heart colder.
we've gone far but nowhere at the same time so should I just start over?
from lonely days in black cells...to corners and crack sells.
things just always seem to collapse like stacked shells.
we can say forever and say never............and stay today.
but never say never...... even permanant ink fades away.
the trek to sucess is there I just have too aboard trains.
cuz walking this path might cause trouble like board games.
length of time I have has shorten but my mentality's grown.
but its sad....its been 4 years since I've had a stable place called home.
I have to love her because in her heart she's keeping me there.
even after the hard nights.....no food to eat and sleeping on stairs
nothing to wear..............dirty socks stained jeans no underwear.
just a heart full of hard love and another meal we have to share.
even after traveling and bouncing ......from house to house.
you've managed to keep me alive like performing mouth to mouth

I know we've had our share of tears and exchanged words.
but you have a voice that leaves me with changed nerves.
so I'll listen to your vocals ....and peep threw your sound.
as another voice tell's me to make sure I keep you around.
and its long distance so its kinda difficiult not to play her.
and a wish to see her soon is just another unanswered prayer.
bad times are here.......the good times need to come already.
so we can mix our ingriedents in 1 bowl like pasta and spaghetti.

I'm use to this feeling.... loving you is daily like a known hobby.
but I'm getting tangled in my own webs
.......................................I guess I'm trapped in my own body.