woke up to a pic of my possible seed, couldn’t breathe or believe - had to leave. hit the bathroom - showered in bleach. dried off with steel wool, and used a hair brush to brush my teeth. completely clean yet diseased to believe I’m dirty like the beast. call him satan, I call him pops. now the devil had a junior with junior I swear it never stops. a family tree meant to bleed when limbs snap from the breeze. geeezz. I need to be a little more positive. gaspin’ or weezin’, ya boy still breathin’ similar to my possible seedling..

saw your reflection in a toilet bowl and iiii,
took a piss. took a shit. then I rolled out.
so tired of tryin’ and denyin’ and lyin’ about the fact that really don’t need you.
plus my problems are solvin’, dilemmas dissolvin’ and everyone callin’ sound so damn sweet dude.
makes me really wanna fly away..
so excuse me if I’m high today..

la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, singing in my head again.[again,again,again]
Somethin’s gone wrong with my insides, I just don’t[don’t,don’t,don’t] feel right. I just, feel I, should prolly climb the nearest cliff and when I reach the tip I’ll jump off and wish, I kept my feet planted in the first place. Back to the first day, back to the first place, when I met you left me feelin’ so worthless. Now every girlfriend, peepin’ in my windows can’t see past curtains, I’m past hurtin’, I’ve cried a lot, I bitch’d perfect, now I’m just a bitch with a smirk and these cops don’t like it specially when my eyelids sittin’ on my cheek like my face was a plane damn things tryin’ to fly it. Third eye to the sky if you ain’t you should try it. 

la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, singing in my head again.[again,again,again]

Somethin’s gone wrong with my insides, I just don’t[don’t,don’t,don’t] feel right. I just, feel I, should prolly climb the nearest cliff and when I reach the tip I’ll jump off and wish, I kept my feet planted in the first place. Back to the first day, back to the first place, when I met you left me feelin’ so worthless. Now every girlfriend, peepin’ in my windows can’t see past curtains, I’m past hurtin’, I’ve cried a lot, I bitch’d perfect, now I’m just a bitch with a smirk and these cops don’t like it specially when my eyelids sittin’ on my cheek like my face was a plane damn things tryin’ to fly it. Third eye to the sky if you ain’t you should try it. 

day dreams of nightmares got me quite scared, is that childish? Isn’t a parent still a child, bitch? At what age do you grow out of being born from somebody else? They try and say it’s when you move out of your parents house, but I went out and came back in. I’m always fuckin’ packin’. All my shirts got wrinkles, half look like a used napkin. Guess I still got a little learnin’ to do. Third times the charm, then why the fuck did I try the last two? I should prolly see a doc and get a scrip for all kind of pills. Cause everytime I go home I start to feel all kind of ill. I hate it. Love my mother’s husband but sometimes I wanna break him. Take him. Drop him in a pile of leaves. Have a nice bonfire and never hear from the police. But that’s fucked up and prolly only half true. I’m just really cranky think I’ll go and take a nap soon..