DAMN THIS WAS GOOD IT KEPT INTENSE DRAMA IT VERY DIFFICLT TO WRITE THIS WAY ENJOYED THIS PIECE FOR REAL YO IMAGE FANTASTIC I LOVED THIS SECOND PART MOST OF ALL RIGHT HERE DAWG KEEP ON REPPING
LEFT]Ive screwed rings of companions up,[/LEFT]
Friends have been lost forever
I’m hoping that like my art, I rip them
Then they come back together,
My head is the weather, but rains what it often releases
Art was my confidence boost, delivered messages in my pieces
It increases my amount of depression, I have an obsession for pain
My minds on a simple plain but far from simple and plain
Cocaine assists this chalk to the paper, makes inspiration flow
Without it my mind is blank like this paper, allows the foundation to grow
And although this hobby eats away at me, and cuts of my health
I need to be an artist because art is an art in its self
Himself and I are attached simply matched with a passion
Of displaying our naked images in our own kind of fashion
Satisfaction is a bonus, my body now floats as a vapor
Rushing threw life none existent from pieces of paper.[/CENTER]