anyway there is many days where I sit in despair in any case nobody cares cos they all walk away and my family support isn't there at any rate, thats because they all washed their hands and walked away left out the door with their suitcases half latched and half packed away from us children of corn left to hide away from damaged pasts and future scars of childhood trauma and then there's my friends infact are counted on one hand then become non-existent as many opportunities exist on listlessness got me frustrated and stressed. so apply quickly within. and yes i have to thank for this, an invisible friend, who actually never replies to anything I incite back from mind states over this life he apparently made for us and this dude, is often rumoured to rule over every aspect of destiny and chance in life so who supposedly resides all above and lives alongside Jesus Christ, in a kingdom in the skys heathens. i mean... yeah, right! left to gamble upon the jackpot, beyond drunk but the only possible option is to go all in or go home empty handed and then over the weekend regrets sink in deeper than venomous snake fangs but late night to early mornings losing devasting amounts of wealth in moments its a bloody hell of an addiction to withhold to its grips when im here now have no fear mama cos im not here to cause drama for once just allow me to reintroduce myself, it's KreZKrim, do you adhere? well, adhere some more! a goddamn deadly lethal weapon strattled a gattling century gun struke by surprise forget red cos it quickly goes purple and brown with blood bruises found as I'm stepping to concrete pavings with my head held higher than the dormant doorstep empty on helloween calling out for help as the doormat is stained with the drips crimson red bled bloodborn droplets corrupt from rotten wounds deadset im the sickest mofuckin business match maker to hit this side of victoria in rapture reputation temptations of obscurity sent behind the pits of hells bells with stink sweat dirt bittersweet greif was swept carefully, under the rug in the basement and given our body stinging bites just like bed bugs under the blankets of old mattress like the colours of refracted light hidden by nuclear radiation within examination and its found no traces left basic brain cortex cranium caved in by hitting hard like a heavy weight but then think back to the last page when we was pick pocketing the wrist watch Rolex and some certain personalities we're stealing from us and those who went round spread chit chatter all about town always gossiping behind our backs with speculation of heresay near statements made but they was just eavesdropping on parts of conversations they aint involved in and thereby getting corruption succumbing to become outdone like abduction of sex slaves in the south of sudan. here for a grand old time not long time to stand in line waiting and i gotta lotta enemies i have to pay dues to who all saying congratulations on the royalty contract made up agendas stick like candy bars slick on fabric cardigans like when the September attacks happen back in '01 the frosted faces of infamous nations as certain suspects of terrorism starts to rip apart the shadowed Boulevard of surburbia with hatred upon the name of corporate corpses devasted but none the less nevermind shameful cages the potential bastard keep suffocating victims without stipulation and in speculation towarda propagandist fascism fallacies impacting the suspected crooks on the hitlist but they get no mercy or repentance resonated let alone to the latter undetaker digging fresh graves mass deaths pick apart a cliff face edge left jumping off to freefall downwards to the surface solid and so hard.. im spending hunnids of paper back each day on the crack cocain deal bags then get lost in my own mindframes amongst the foggy structures of serotonin levels unbalanced by addictive chemicals besides what use is to it to me once im dead anyway i can i get bent typical of my role models to set this example for me as im met by isolation from supportive environment situations my heinsight of memories lifelines keep distant unlike the business graduation report cards with the types of lectures left always to rewrite historical information alone with my notorious reputation you know what it do, it do what i want it too yes the blessing sanctimonious success well I just couldn't give a fuk less anymore bcoz these days prepaid plans free fall with my major fanfare base of populus inept adapting beyond the depth of oceanic tidal waves hit by shoreline swept away faster than plaster taking time to dry and then rafters take to fall below the top plate i mean, how many mates do we have to say farewell to as a community i mean, when will we believe in happiness estranging ourselves from attainment all before people realise this war fare violence is unfair on families familar with personality flaws flabbergasted be the traumatic events only to be held on the back streets in the back of the fucked up minds of the killer set on murder of ghetto residents in commission housing blocks mothet wept upon the memories of her son.. taken my Hooks and punch lines metaphors analyser appointed into criticism to the nearest subwoofer pumping boosted bass underlying the treble thru the bouncing whistle of atomic announcements within speakers rebounded behind rivers of teenage ravers higher than space crafts blasted jet fire further with fury pasted by the gravity gates to rapturous scriptures only to be capturing the presence of innovation i think it's interesting how many adults begin to consult a shrink 2 think through what they got themselves into and try to take control of that, before you realise only to reveal that justice is hard to get served with skill but even then, that you've sold your very soul now to devil for money bills or assets you didnt require in the first place but had a void to fill.. then after a while, it's lost its appeal the clockwork of smoltering ash and burning Coles turn our hands to rip rotten flesh savagely from the sockets to tik tok past the lockets of heart felt frivy thriving from misery and burn like digits that be hard to spot behind shadows just projected by another reflection upon the deadline fixture. throwing every hour of the hands power beholding the clock faces faultering from dust and dirt but with force its spent, although music managed to make profit because the basic payment plan options fell through now hope they don't foreclose upon this property with notice warrented and with the bulldozer awaiting us