Pj's

Pointless

Narcissus died chasing a reflection thats elusive
im on the same shit, my other half is acting foolish
killing myself over some bullshit
and I bet your smart ass still thinks im tryna pull shit
and ima dumbass to think you’re on some new shit
ever since we did shit you’re acting like my old chick
you should know I think about you,
hoping that you hold this
proof that our bullshit
could be my magnum opus
means my life’s work, pas-sion and my focus
spend 5 years on a V, that’s some Rome shit
sophmore year was your fresh start
might as well say ours,
said the good in you was dead
held a séance
cards, how we play ours
depends how we play odds -
are even if we play nice, we’ll still play hard

Not Looking Back

They think I hate ladies

No I hate bitches

Ladies with more issues and scars with less stitches

Open wounds paint brighter pictures of what’s read

She blue before she heard what I said

so now I’m feeling vein

 

Getting brain, getting ahead 

while getting head

My head works faster than a hare

Im fast

 

But like a turtle I last

Sometimes the turtle is last

And we all have a race

Who can outrun their past?

 

Be we all have to race

You can not run as fast

With chips on your shoulder

Buncha demons on your ass

Its all shit, let em go

But ya dude has to laugh

And there better be a punchline

cuz I’m not looking back

crack pt2 

better people than you have made worse decisions, 

and in a couple of years it seems all’s forgiven

and if you’re lucky— right words at the wrong time

they all crack like the san andreas fault line

Dead Author

 

Well made art should tell you everything about you and next to nothing about its creator…Barthes is still pretentious; referencing Barthes on one’s blog is probably more-so

What Scorsese thinks constitutes expertise

M.o.M.

From the, county of kings with beauty queens and crazy knights
Horsin around leads to fights
Bling was a way of life
Thought I was too hot for chains, warmblooded on the days of ice

Plus I was popped,
but pops was a doctor
life testin me
when I’m pissing off the proctor
Mother always had what I needed and she succeeded
Never saw me as defeat
Made me see goals and achieve em

She said take the world chico
But in creole
so it was more like work hard and stay home
Don’t bring your day home
Live now, the days gone and some dreams are day old
grudges held her together like legos

She she used to be a dancer
And they use to romance her,

I feel like days I gain are ones that mom is losing

She’s suicidal in her own way,

Mob Mentality

The chanting of a mob is like the breathing of a monster
Who knew the killer use to make me eggs and ham
Or do my mother’s nails
Or give me mother’s milk
We all can see that we can’t but you’re as blind as eye

Patience

I sit here in the chinese food spot

Wondering why we let fast food so test our patients

And doc said hock-heads keep the reaper from waiting

Forcing inspiration’s an inspiration.

When giving up isn’t as rare as giving in

to the bullshit

Which is too much, not at all, and never enough

Fucked over, this is killing me, this is snuff

And my sinuses were never in need of the smelling salts of “not your faults