- Dec 3, 2010
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- US-Democrat
Grab the next bottle, pop it open like I won the lotto, and take a staggering swallow until the whole container is hollow,
I'm just kidding.
I couldn't afford to be a drunk with a famished slump in my current living conditions.
I tried to save a 100 pennies and turn it into a miracle,
Invest in some faith hoping that I'll be spiritual.
But I'm positive my life has been nothing but apocalypse,
Turned into the opposite of Gods favored acknowledgment,
I ended up some lyrical, mislead, inebriated, instead, omni-negated, misread, educated, so ahead but devastated even in basic blissful phases.....
It's amazing, the "good" life they always appraising but I never could afford the payments,
I'm in the role where I'm "in the hole" like an addicted gambler under the wages,
Some smoke weed to get high hoping it would cure the absence inside,
The only bad part is, you skydive from cloud 9 and fall on top of the bills still piled up high,
Now that's what I call "smacked".
I wonder how I was born....ME
Cause I be wondering see, did the doctors and my mother agree that,
At pregnancy she could swap seeds with,
Any other mother in the vicinity and,
Have any child that she pleased and that's how I was conceived into this great grief SOMEBODY ANSWER ME PLEASE! . . . . . . . . . . . .
The pain, the hurt, the sorrow...
They say live everyday like it's your last because you're not promised tomorrow.
You're going to end up broke and mad when you don't die living by that motto.
Sarcasm.
But on a serious note -
I write intellectual relative theory's for the feeble,
Hoping that they taste my words and swallow it - deep th*oat.
I guess we use money as an goal cause we need hope,
We need constant feeding like a conceited girl ego,
I look into deprived sorrowful eyes of my people,
That tried to play life but they hit the wrong keynote,
See, we became un-slaved but look how we became,
Cause even today, they STILL have our necks in chains....
I'm just kidding.
I couldn't afford to be a drunk with a famished slump in my current living conditions.
I tried to save a 100 pennies and turn it into a miracle,
Invest in some faith hoping that I'll be spiritual.
But I'm positive my life has been nothing but apocalypse,
Turned into the opposite of Gods favored acknowledgment,
I ended up some lyrical, mislead, inebriated, instead, omni-negated, misread, educated, so ahead but devastated even in basic blissful phases.....
It's amazing, the "good" life they always appraising but I never could afford the payments,
I'm in the role where I'm "in the hole" like an addicted gambler under the wages,
Some smoke weed to get high hoping it would cure the absence inside,
The only bad part is, you skydive from cloud 9 and fall on top of the bills still piled up high,
Now that's what I call "smacked".
I wonder how I was born....ME
Cause I be wondering see, did the doctors and my mother agree that,
At pregnancy she could swap seeds with,
Any other mother in the vicinity and,
Have any child that she pleased and that's how I was conceived into this great grief SOMEBODY ANSWER ME PLEASE! . . . . . . . . . . . .
The pain, the hurt, the sorrow...
They say live everyday like it's your last because you're not promised tomorrow.
You're going to end up broke and mad when you don't die living by that motto.
Sarcasm.
But on a serious note -
I write intellectual relative theory's for the feeble,
Hoping that they taste my words and swallow it - deep th*oat.
I guess we use money as an goal cause we need hope,
We need constant feeding like a conceited girl ego,
I look into deprived sorrowful eyes of my people,
That tried to play life but they hit the wrong keynote,
See, we became un-slaved but look how we became,
Cause even today, they STILL have our necks in chains....
