I hate where I'm at shit dealing with bad habits, bad shit, I'm feeling down, but I've masked it, sobriety is gone, I went wrong, sad shit, I need my fuckin ass kicked, I was clean, but I trashed it, so now I'm past it, I have no happiness, I bashed it, that's how I went at it, the fuckin opportunitys my ass missed, eyes open now a tad bit, but I still feel down and out, I'm crashin. Can't find what I need and I'm not askin. I'll shut the door because I was the last in. I just need to be alone now, on my own now, I feel like I've been stoned down, I'm officially toned down, so everyone can fuckin go now. people don't give a shit, the world is a mess and we live in it. Had a job, but again I quit. Now I live in turmoil, the bottomless pit, still I fight fear, I'm right here, like weird. For the record, if I went back in time, I'd get bin laden and set him free, guess for free, the soldiers would be pestering me, testin me, but the pussies wouldn't question me, I fled the scene and again there I am, it's me, the dude who never owned a winning tree. Not trending me. Nobody will mention me, when the tensions breeze. I killed my baseball coach in school cuz he kept benchin me. No more base ball, okay maybe, people portray hating, no way Satan. Bonds I'm breaking. What the fuck am I even saying? Bottom line is, I find shit, fine shit, then it turned night quick, like a flip of a light switch. Tight shit. Wise lips, who realize this is like the shit they despise for it. I just ignore it. I got to wait while I might Race it to swear we all got to face shit. Today's lit. Rage hit. Amazed shit. Base hit. I'm on an enraged fit. Turn the page quick. Everything I said about this place, take it and erase it. Aged shit. I dug in to my butt for these golden ruts. Turned out, they were done fast. Fun fact. Spun back.