alas the cold blast of my past settles in
this task of being harassed strikes me right across the chin
to win in battle, to loose with disrespect
to hold your own or be cut down to size starting at the neck
im lost in the vex of rhym scripture, worded picture
this mixture of good and evil consumes me in hormonal elixer
these fixtures stoped working when my mind went out of order
Its like i lost recpetion when i elevated acoss the boarder
i suffer from disorders that still do not have titles
i stand alone and recite rhymes in poetic typ recitles
i feel lost like a child in the body of a man
i demand the answers to what i do not understand
I life life as myself and have no use for a plan
once i ran but now i stay to face my fears
i cry inside but i refuse to shed tears
i am not weak, just another clueless human
i have all the right pieces but they flutter in this confusion



eh whatever tear this one up
i just wrote stuff down while watching the family guy on dvd