Sunday, June 14, 2009

...why didnt I die?




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.......i'm dyin
...each
day
i greet
..urban decay..
w/
..complacence&compliance..

i'm...
findin it
difficult to pretend....
that i wouldnt be content
if life arrived...
at an
end.......

i'm
.......blessd
w/ perfect sight
..cursd w/
insecurity..

...to
blend w/ 85,
i.... act like
it'z
..blurry..

.......since '03,
existin in a
...state of
w.orry,

a.nger[&]
r.egret

...more than just
studied
..the attack..;
.......i'm a
vet

...fatigues
staind;
tearz,
dirt
& sweat....

.......cerebral'z
my rifle
.......pen'z
the bayonette;
slice, w/ eaze, thru
..rivals..

I aim.......
not to be
..evil
&spiteful..

[I]waz traind.......
to be az
lethal
az michael...

...on the day
before
november 1st

....mixin liquor
w/ haze
...'til My limbz
dont work

.......the worst way
to be
..behind
enemy linez..

...My birthday'z
incomplete
w/o Friendz
I cant find....

.......they're stuck
in the basement
...like wine

....I dont
rap;
My thoughtz
rhyme.......

Do You hav
[thee]ability
to giv a fuck?

.......I lost Mine

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