i'm alone again with no turns to take/
only thing i got a hold of in this life is my pen, we make no mistakes/
throw this hate out windows, closets, mentals, nobody needs it/
free speech was reduced to speech bleeped, words whitedout while hate just feeds it/
bleeds it into vile minds in piles of lines ready to be released/
the child cries, mom took his collection of shady's rhymes with beef and shot it/
too many empty dreams with hopeless hopes plus that sticker "explicit content"/
evicted convict lurking in the shadow of ill, waiting for the wack law to rip/
jaws gripped burning through the CD to you/
rapping so much his lips are turning blue/
a high school drop out that knows the truth of why/
the eyes he stares into are empty/
the words he has couldn't begin to fill them or begin ending/
every piece of heat that caused beef and an arguement/
but since he's me, fuck friends, i need love and a jagged flow to rip shit apart with/

dedicated to bubz on the most part, and some of it is too LLI
forever loving ^


signed,
~Professor~