Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I�m surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life�s like one great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all into all I spit,
Instead I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block, sick of all this shit,
Cant call it shit, all I know is I�m about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of my friends whinny fits,
This is it, last straw, that�s all, that�s it,
I ain�t dealing with another fucking politic,
I�m like a skillet bubbling, till it filters up,
I�m about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I�ve been sealed enough,
My cup runeth over I�ve gone and filled it up,
But then explosion busts and spills my guts,
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
But I�m a show you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don�t feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I�m about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I�m make your fucking hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I�m a tell you who I be,
I�m make you hate me cause you ain�t me,
You ain't, it ain�t to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain�t no one out there mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here�s a piece of mine,
All I need�s a line but sometimes,
I don�t always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I�m really feeling at that time,
Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes,
Its always me, how dark can these hallways be,
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper,
I�m desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
Cant think of nothing, fuck I�m stumped,
But wait here comes something,
Nope.
It�s not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
Crinkle it up and throw that shit out,
I�m fizzling now thought I had figured it out,
Ball�s in my court but I�m scared to dribble it out,
But I�m afraid, why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade,
Sign that I�ll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up,
What me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
I�m a switch, yeah a bitch, I ain�t a quitter,
I�m a sit here till I get enough,
For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point,
Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed,
Any girls worst dream I make them tense since they hate me,
See me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would swear I�m sawing someone,
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never tonight is all or nothing,
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I�m make them eat this watch,
Don�t believe me watch, I�m a win this race,
And I�m a come back and rub my shit in your face,
Bitch.
I found my niche, you gonna hear my voice,
Till you sick of it you ain�t gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, I�ll probably run.
Shit.
That was pointless�
7:18 p.m. - 2004-01-17
Recent entries:
An Athiests Prayer - 2010-11-22
An apple on a tree - 2010-11-07
At work and bored. - 2010-02-08
Faces - 2009-10-17
Time for a rebirth - 2009-10-16
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
drastik
ladyvaduva
shortcake30
audios-babe