Because I Want It

I,
I Rap or get amnesia,
It's a disease, bruh!
I'm smashing, dashing ($0.50)
Popping pills like Rabbids,
Take a leak,
Rubik's cube diced in my head, 

A bad habit,
God dammit,
Making it sick,
A riki tiki tiki a riki ti,
It doesn't connect, the Spanish head,
It's too comedic, go to church,
You're right, weather girl on the news, it is a big "anyway".
Cloudy skies,

Oh, it's trouble.

Envy Is In the Game

If there's anything going on it's that there's nothing of my favorite ways of living. I live out of old college clothes and new pairs of shoes, a tattoo and some dollar make-up. It's the most difficult attention getting imaginary car I got to make the moves to back to school ideas. I'm texting out of my nieces cellphone with no microphone to play down some more tracks to lay on. I have to hold down a job. I have some experience but with the community I've been provided through hard work, there's some discrimination in the middle, not to mention attitude. The flying fucks that mess with our minds, the green is far. I have to think that my college days, since it's been two years, will soon come again. I need to be away from the people I live with. This home is overgrown. I'm sick. I love. I can't stand any of you mostly. It, you, are not cool. Sorry.

Happy 4th of July!!