Fuck a cigarette smoker
twist my finger to him
Just for fun
still 420 friendly
it ain’t wrong
smile at the joker
life so vicious twists my brain
and parents saying wash the dishes
Driving me insane
my voice causing laughter
anger
suspicion
Disaster
Fuck the distance
Words come out
blurt them out
a girl with many wishes
leave the penny pinching to the bums in their niches
call it like it is bitches
tell my story with some truth
I’m acting my age too
but I’m still trapped with many things to do
feeling like I’m extra hella thirsty and I can’t move
or eat
must be the meds making me sick with fear
ew
Heartless
My butterflies gone
Where’s the karma coming from?
Where’s the proof?
voices in my ear
Oooo
they bringing me a tease
living a regular life is not for me
It’s not my fate
I’m irate
I bring fire to your body
boiling your blood insane
welcome to my ghetto
Only a few know me
Who’s next?
my fate will be money
money honey
Let me explain
Yeah I’m broken and broke
I’ll play with my head
Ignore the voices expressions
Acting too busy for em
It’s like a phone call I won’t answer
I regret not picking up
I’m stuck sitting in this chair
Clouded from taking the time to write.
By: Brandy Ruiz
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