Graphically ill
Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 2:20 am
let me let these pen strokes paint my picture
stuck with writers block ink stains my scriptures
i remain the victor, but i'm fighting for the wrong cause
sippin 40's smoking, bodies weak from the onslaught
my moms thought i would end up broken in sorrow
with pills and bottles, never loosening on the throttle
my life was hollow i needed a constructive outlet
stuck in a big body weaving in an out of context
feeling stress in convex chasing my own tail
havent caught it yet but i'm not prone to fail
feeling frail like my thoughts arent my identity
it renders me speaking in speechless symphonies
facing penitentiaries if i fail to change my ways
to busy enjoying life to see peoples faces stained with pain
i cant remain the same if i'm to ever prosper
so i'm grabbing on to what i can before the slaughter
mental impostors got me twisted in a battle for me
waiting on the pin drop that will rattle my dreams
a patterned disease infects my mind call it A.D.D
but how am i to be a winner if cant brave defeat?
save me please! i scream but all i hear is the echo
my reflection laughs at me but still it mirrors potential
i'm fearing to let go cause if i did what would i have
i've fallen astray like i'm going off the right flight path
i want to strike back but i'm lacking the muscle memory
i hussel endlessly just trying to ruffle my enemies
i stumble to friends of me.. just looking for a helpful hand
i say i'm playing myself man i already dealt my hand
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feed me.. i feed every body
stuck with writers block ink stains my scriptures
i remain the victor, but i'm fighting for the wrong cause
sippin 40's smoking, bodies weak from the onslaught
my moms thought i would end up broken in sorrow
with pills and bottles, never loosening on the throttle
my life was hollow i needed a constructive outlet
stuck in a big body weaving in an out of context
feeling stress in convex chasing my own tail
havent caught it yet but i'm not prone to fail
feeling frail like my thoughts arent my identity
it renders me speaking in speechless symphonies
facing penitentiaries if i fail to change my ways
to busy enjoying life to see peoples faces stained with pain
i cant remain the same if i'm to ever prosper
so i'm grabbing on to what i can before the slaughter
mental impostors got me twisted in a battle for me
waiting on the pin drop that will rattle my dreams
a patterned disease infects my mind call it A.D.D
but how am i to be a winner if cant brave defeat?
save me please! i scream but all i hear is the echo
my reflection laughs at me but still it mirrors potential
i'm fearing to let go cause if i did what would i have
i've fallen astray like i'm going off the right flight path
i want to strike back but i'm lacking the muscle memory
i hussel endlessly just trying to ruffle my enemies
i stumble to friends of me.. just looking for a helpful hand
i say i'm playing myself man i already dealt my hand
-
feed me.. i feed every body