mr. noname

I need to be left alone. Just shut off my phone. With my left hand Left-handed thoughts pacing the room. This stress is mine My own construct to cope. And its my own to cope with I know, but Sometimes I findmyself sitting at home. Feeling useless. Got no game plan figured out yet just who are you to say I can't do this? Been second guessing myself i cant do this? Tell myself Don't misconstrue shit. some things on my mind that I don't know what to do with It's a damn mess Yes but Interchangeable thought patterns Are hard to screw with. I'm at my wits end this time.. But I know it's my fault. At least I'm man enough to say just where I come from? I've left myself doing bad. Depressed like hell, homeless, sad, wasting my time in the trap took me along time to realize that, Feeling hopeless when I expressed how I felt, all heard back was. We hate you for not knowing how to act. Ahh well... The fact is This is the second time. lost a close friend. Due to other ppls actions ive had it Maybe I should give in? Maybe I should make new friends. how bout you? Hmm sounds drastically painful Our issues are ours to hold at best. But the hours that go. As they pass on and on. It makes me think to much I thought I had this? But time slipped. the memories that fade seem real old, I stepped back from those days. I grew cold we lost all our thoughts. We lost all hope Like all had gone wrong N it was sudden Hoping that all is forgotten Left in the past tense. Trying hard enough to see your point and listen. But it wasn't enough so None was forgiven. Meanwhile I'm tryna have a good time. an all i heard on the news Is we could die any minute. Government shut downs seem just fine. Yet immanent. Where are the Happy days. They've become a fucking daze. An it's making me go crazy. Why must I think this gravely Did I judge wrong or was it something I had mistaken bc all of the context. Well to me it sounds hazy. There's things I took for granted. Granted there's no misplacing what I gave out for trust lately. Fuck, now I'm lost. in the rain. There's nothing but fog rippling insanely. I can't see. A lonesome tinman stuck in a rut just left to rust .. yeah. I'm screaming fuck aload as my lungs rusts shut. Damn The clouds decended a voice. They said stop.. I Looked to the ground after that. made my choice. I cried I guess even the gods don't want their creation alive. Breathing becomes a struggle when addictions strive. I been living with cravings Not just good luck but I been craving someone So do drugs on the occasion. So what. That shit don't matter even after you've had that taste. The drastic chase for thrills to kill with No time to waste Drowning out the sorrow with pills isn't my struggle. The struggle is from the shit I've been forced to take. that high I shaked. Always too busy to care for these devilish deals. Never gave any thought to hellish ideals. Except my own Fuck being worshipped over who gets the most dough. I've been rapping since 12yrs old Never once had an opportunity that was good for me. Should be clear to see I'm proud to be who I am I'm glad I have my friends an fam We go as far as the coast can stand Waiting by the sand wishing for another friend to join us. C'mon homies conjoin love. Show these angry pricks what we were made of. Yo. Sugar, spice. And Everything nice This is the recipe for how we live our lives. Put away the guns. Drugs. Bitches. And Knifes. This is a disaster, eager, ready to strike. Blood sweat tears money. It all circles back to some rich country. They want our lovely lifestyles to change in exchange of they company. Now how's that fair? Isn't that funny. It's ironically true. That they don't fucking care.