as i lose myself into my sanity sinking into profanity like these fucking people wont remember me when im deceased I'll just be nothing but memories of misey who will remeber me for the things i did when i ran free with a body to move me from point A-B so many would try and retrace my steps i wouldve left trying to meet with my living face before my death ............................................................................................................. its got this person inside of me desperately feeling like im constantly thinking about always being at the top of my game doing my thing just earning my name chasing fame to die and burn in the flames i will rise agianst the devils aim making them burn higher when the voices raise calmming my fame i tend to go insane locked inside of my own brain now just sitting here beginng to hear the crowd get so loud breaking free from my restraints letting my inner demon out to scream and shout when over half this shit i dont even know what im talking about ............................................................................................................. time flies when I feel like I'm ona high rise passing high times like another bottle ill feel just fine like thats a lie i need another fine line up the nose of mine smacking my mind got me roaming around relaxing avoiding my depression learning lots of all the wrong lessons yet i treat hustling and addiction like its the best chance of me having a profession just a white guy with the hoodie blacked out clothing red flag hanging got drugs one me straight slanging trying to fade out my feelings still honestly working as a waiter at a fucking dinner and then directly after its like i walk the blocks always robbing the other crook's how the hell do you think I get my money up always straight working selling or trading quick on the feet for the takin this is only some of my traits im trained in evryones always so overwhelming when i just need them to help me because im drowning but then they just tend to surround me talking shit about me i stand here all lonely listening to people telling me i have no motivation somehow lost all dedication along with every reson worth living and its started pissing me off along time ago but ive held my mouth sealed closed looking for anyone whos more pysco now im acting like picaso painting another picture for mind games with what your eyes see change from a blank canvas into a straight savage act of violence i dont play with fiddles or violens fuck making sounds like beatoven i might be deaf in my left ear but i deffinatly hear more than silence now just lean back close ur eye lids and vanish into an enternity of complete misery as you sink into a fantisy wake up in ur dreams then start panicing like ur psycally trapped inside your body forever ina coma while i live my life begining to make my come up ..............................................................................................