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So lost… The prescription cough aid has eradicated my though plate. The hunger for knowledge has been blown away due to the heavy marijuana use, once sharp as a piranha tooth… now I decimate under heavy pressure like Obama’s boots. My youth has grown into molded fruits, my dreams have been reduced to channel 5 and 7 news. Once a poetic stringer now reduced to an auto-tune singer humming tunes that equal the relevance of prunes. Shit shit and shit. I am jarred, I am expired, I am on sale at the local flee market. I am the cardboard box and the homeless man sleeps on me. I am sleep walking on the president’s lawn, with a hangover lasting till dawn with the same shirt ironed by mom, deleted by Tom and kicked out of prom. Failing falling forever. I am never I am ever? Will I ever?
Maybe Never.
Written By Farri$ Rockz
METWISTICALMATTER
I am the massacre, I am the riot. I sell the drug, they wanna buy it. You’ll be surprised when they try it, they deny it until they like it. Then they bite it until they chew it and when the shoe fit, they abuse it. Am I ruthless, I never knew it, then I tag and then who’s it?
Injection Injection, sanity is protection no one blows or no one knows the mirror powder’s perfection. Fall asleep in nirvana and wake up with an erection, erected directed the glory is manifested but the acid trip kicks back a bit the high begins to lessen. The blood begins to drip and they say they learned their lesson then it begins with withdrawal and aggression, others fly when they’re confessing. The cross they keep may walk the sheep but when they sleep, they dream of me. It’s been one week their veins are bleak they cut, they creep, they dream of me. The need of me so needlessly ruins the soul in need of peace another night another leash, they dream of me.
Awoken by a feeling the nerves of steel are reeling $24 and some trident they come to me so they can buy it I am the massacre, I am the riot. I sell the drug, they wanna buy it. You’ll be surprised when they try it, they deny it until they like it.
Echoes of obliteration chasing the present of my future eradicating my dreams, I lean like fat kids in expensive jeans, I'm just one tough Oreo looking for the cream. What about the glory though? Is it what it all seems? Is it what we all need? Is that why we all bleed and breathe? Success nonetheless to dispossess and disinherit all our spirits so coherent so we hear it and we fear it but we need it like we need a light to smoke away the thoughts and drink away the pain, ink in our blood so they never take our names in vein. Are we just superficial inhabitants inhabiting a rabbit’s brain just hopping on a train to take us to the holy grail of what we created in the rain? If its paper and its ink and its paint and its brushes why does the negativity compile SO VIOLENTLY and try to rush us? They say FUCK US so we FUCK EM’ tracing our patterns but all these false atoms could never create matter. All the posers are imposing but their eyes are their clothing and what we can create can pierce their face like a nose ring. Where’s our gold ring? Are we not champions? Please congratulate the winners, all the negative is gobble gobble like a turkey dinner. Praying that we fail but we were born beyond beginners and we’re right under their nails like a tired ass splinter and we move and we move and we move can we lose? The presence is pinpoint like what’s a dart?
If the flame he creates accidently tears him apart see his name in lights, Headline “I AM REBEL- I AM ART”
AS USUAL ART BY MALACHI CAMERON
Written By Farri$ Rockz