memories

yo... I look up to the sky and contemplate my life...think back to the day when the love was so thin you could spread it with a knife.. I've sacrificed time and energy and I did it twice.. only coming up short got the conclusion learned through the illusion mission abort all I wanted was some support... felt like it was me against the world best friend at the time trying to fuck my girl but that bitch was never mine nor a part of the minority I stand on the bridges and burn your Authority...can't keep me caged cause this rage is enlaced in tombed my Doom impending shooting for the moon with knives in my throat the doc is my pier and I'm set to rock the boat hope floats but I choke it's stale smoke am I the comedian or just another joke the most sorry thing I could ever do is to write this rhyme and say I thought of you ... tho you kept eating away at me brick by brick wondered how fucking long I could deal with the shit I was on a mission my intuition is fixing. my stitches from where I bled out my heart... if I wanted your shitty oppinion I'd mother fucking fart... your like an engine clogged up and the motor won't start... I'm 69 SS headed for the start... like a poptart up out the toaster come at me I'll make toast out ya roast ya on this life it is a roller coaster but I'mma make the most outta the moment... I'mma grab it up and Motha fuckin own it... yeah...