Because Butterscotch Bullets Taste Better

Crushed, illin out, two cards short-----

Betting on the piano cord.

Break your television, then go rent some movies.

Kill your radio and steal some headphones;

Save yourself, burn everything you love.

Shit is heavy;

Like a bag of bricks, or money that isn’t yours,

Or maybe it’s a beautiful soundtrack to the nothingness

That is my life.

These yellow leaves are like padded walls-----

I could use a little relief right now.

This boredom and this repetitious existence

Has got me all fucked up. Feels fake;

Not to mention it’s covering up the purpose of my continuance

And harboring my depression at the same time.

“Lets get incredible” if I can quote Slug for a minute.

You don’t mind do you?

Of course not, you’re not even reading this,

But then again…

Neither am I.

Wishful thinking is a loaded gun my friend,

Especially when my confidence is at the bottom of a rain puddle

With an anchor around its waist.

I just plan on hanging myself

With baby blue g strings and extra wide shoe laces,

Because I’m dope like that.

Kicking it on the weekends with kangaroos who wear plaid kangols

And shoot up kool-aid with koala bears

Who drive all white cadillacs.

Girl, I can take you places

Like heaven, or that taco truck up on 145^th.

My game’s so tight I make nintendo jealous.

The glass slipper on my nightstand fits her perfectly

But Cinderella told me to get bent,

And home girl here wears a size 6.

Not like it’s going to keep me from watching that ass

Sway back and forth as she walks down the hall.

Black hat and black tie

Live hard and die young,

Lie to your probation officer and smoke something.

That’s what god tells me to do,

But my wallet agrees with the court system.

Money and religion

Life’s peanuts in a nutshell,

On the floor of a dirty bar soaked in yesterdays vomit.

Shit makes me laugh,

Like an orgy of sparrows in a bird bath.

Filthy in a good sense,

So phat it’s frozen-----

Cordial yet disrespectful------

Relaxed in my madness and accepting of my insanity.

Late for the party on purpose,

To make an entrance right?

But nobody cares… it’s that white rabbits fault,

He gets all the attention.

It’s alright though, that mother fucker is down for the cause.

They just don’t have a clue he shows up with me,

Don’t hate, learn the truth.

It’s crucial moments like this that separates insecurity and rationality.

On the block grinding teeth and bags of gold;

A daily struggle for fame

Ends with an empty fifth and a full bottle of shame.

But guilt is for cowards

And I’m a fucking peach tree, fruitless and rotting.

Grimy is the new cool, shady and partial.

Lemonade Rockstars and Black and Mild cigars.

Shit is real in the battlefield of words,

Of art and discovery-----

Reality and expression-----

Smiles and suicide scars-----

Blink twice if you love me.

Blink twice if you hate me.

It’s okay if you don’t understand,

I never have.

Just keep life fresh,

Chill like an iceberg with white walls and a wood grain steering wheel;

Like a penguin slanging weed sacs to polar bears,

You feel me?

Anyway,

I’ll leave you with this:

Confuse the people you love-----

Kill the people you don’t-----

Love everyone-----

Hate the rest-----

Smile at the pretty girls-----

And hold doors open for little old ladies.

Word is Born

I Forgot My Name

One day I’ll say the right things….

Wonk reve lliw eno oN

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