5.40

bitches try to kick me while im down, ill break your leg.

one word to describe me. IPUTSOMETHOUGHTINTOTHIS.
aware.

And I don't bust back, because I shoot first.

something is so lost I think it will never be recovered
man creates greatness and then tears it down
wind sweeps the traces away
and most will never look for what they cannot fathom
but some
are cursed or blessed with an ancient whisper in their blood
haunting them with times they never lived
forever searching for what they never knew
grasping for something just beyond their reach.

thank you for the venom.

"One reader recalls that according to a Rolling Stone Magazine article about the Monterey Pop Festival (published circa late 1980s), much of the festival audience was also high on Monterey Purple acid."

why are we so sick.
we don't need any of what we think we do.
solutions are there but not used.
wtf

left hook, I didn't see it comin
left hook, you've got dead aim

I'm always...always
skies my high

when I'm in the club
i'm always on a drug
if you get a hug
guess what drug
I'm on ecstasy


i wont leave this bubble until you are properly erased from my mind.