I write in long hand a short-term memory/

Hopeless romantic, coarse word tendencies/

RIght now I don't want to wake up/

Or try to forget when the storm first entered me/

Lately I've felt self destructive/

Self-inflicted, self help the cuts with/

Shellshocked, Hell's bells and trumpets/

Self-taught to tell tales in public/

Of this life, same shit but different day/

I write it down, same shit in different ways/

Fight it now, break fists against the cage/

Until I climb on that slave ship and drift away/

My blood boils (in cups) the sun spoils (abrupt)/

And unloyal (with love) so come toil (with us)/

The sun freezes (and cuts) in some seasons (and plus)/

Its untreated (so trust) I'm done bleeding/

In a place where I can be and touch all of the things I 

see/

To find my peace and I can breathe with nobody looking 

back at me/

I'll just take a breath and place my bets but never 

deal/

'Til I face my death with a game of chess like Seventh 

Seal/

I'll still fight the stepdads and memories/

Scream Zion 'til deaf dance to melodies/

Deadpanned with setbacks and jealousy/

Until hea-ven ex-pands the hell in me/

Acquired conscious competence of all of my 

accomplishments/

And conquered constant comments that contradicted my 

confidence/

Common compliments were called upon to con me in/

Accosted consonant comments that condescended all my 

common sense/

Where I'm from, no one stays alive/

You just die by the sword, a shogun's frame of mind/

Walk with the rest like its Dawn of the Dead/

And drink from the blood that the open veins provide/

My raps are like a novel with clever style and prose/

Im Edgar Allan Poe, the Casque of Amontillado/

Enter catacombs 'til clever palindromes/

And letters that I wrote can capture the god Apollo/



Hear the secret stammers time'll tell/

I rebel, they teach me manners with Bible-belt/

Schtick, psychadellic, dreams of banter/

Scenes of candor I embellish/

Like a zombie that eats through tissue/

Until I find a heart with a beat to spit to/

If its not in the meat I sift through/

I'll write it acapella on the piece I bit through/

I'm savage, and its near the dead of night/

Wait 'til the sun paints an iridescent sky/

To head the deadened cries/

Of an old boy given no choice but to fear the present 

time/



Take the reigns, I'm sick and tired of the practice/

of burnin' bridges, I lit the fire with a matchstick/

Return the image to where I'm at, cuz thinking back/

I've been sinking fast, and tripping wires where the 

sands quick/

Across plains with bloody palms and jaw pains/

Hiding from God's grace in fright like its Pompeii/

And always, I'll just stay on the lost road/

While you study crucifixes painted with barcodes/

At first its just a ride to live fast/

Until I felt the bruises inside from whiplash/

A purpose, I'll try to get that/

Until I fall from grace and I die on impact/

And intact was a single broken locket/

With the ocean on its rustic chain and face that no one 

wanted/

I'm growing nauseous from a world that never stops/

When my center's lost hope in the ghost that haunted 

Pentecost/

I stand in graveyards and dance to take charge/

Of concepts of death that I have to base on/

Even when my bones crack I'll pace on/

Through the epitaphs that my pasts engraved on/

Laugh and stay strong, embrace the day/

'Till it fades away with this mask I paint on/



She's probably just a bitch thats casting all the 

shadows/

Laughing at my battles and following a trend/

Searching for an angel at the bottom of a fifth/

But my hands stay empty, I swallow it again/

Its the loss of leaves that autumn brings/

That show me these limbs are far from wings/

I'm far from happy, you're far from peace/

I'll fall from grace and you'll fall for me/

And awkwardly I'll just change the posture/

'Till the aches and pains rearrange the monsters/