But I guess that’s what white people do and I cant even joke about em even if I am one…guess I should just grab my gun and eat the bullets…maybe I can shit gold then you might give me another try behind your bed fold and not play the hard game and leave me in the cold. Ah this is too much rhythm and it ain't poetic maybe goeitic like I was playing with Solemns key and I put it on your car and filled the tank with war water…then waited for the demons to play and fuck up your life….but who could do that when a motherfucker is supposed to give you their hand and be a good wife….
If it don’t make sense it don’t matter, everyone knows you cant escape me since you mind is so fragile…you want to know shit incognito like you got the message in French but I'm a soldier like you claim to be and I came from the trench…I ain't crazy and damn sure not lazy but the words that stung ain't go shit on me now and you know it don’t hurt and I bet that’s the problem….you want a slave to an idea but I wont bow…
I don’t got the oars for your fucking boat and I don’t care since if I cant be the one there wont be….since I can change you cant….but I wont since I'm great and you know they make the perfect mate…it just comes in a box or its pay to play….But hey that’s all it seems to be anymore…no ones grown and they got all these feelings like a movie…but no real emotion..devotion and loyalty are bullshit and you think you figured out the game but this is a screen play and I wrote it.
I got nothing but love even if I don’t care…something you fail to see even if you been there. Done that. But you ain't got the t shirt…unless its one off my back…in a hole I dug to lift you up but buried myself twice and its just a nice since I can come back……like you found out that day on the couch the floor and in the sack.
Keep the smileys rolling and Ill be here trolling I know when the dollars roll in your gonna be all smiles and sunshine but hey that’s fine. Stockholm's is good for you once in a while….so Ill roll with the punches and Ill deal just get back in one more time…and start this shit again.
So If I vented it ain't about you since well if you read this…you know I don’t roll with you like that or you got a guilty conscious…and if it sucks? Well fuck it it ain't sucking you?? And I mean if it is let me get the camera I need some money to get Dracula back on the line I think I got a little life left….and we all know no one wants that….
Ok time to get a beer some bologna and fry that shit up…add tomato may and some mustard…lettuce pepper…fuck it splurge bacon….damn that sounds good….ah fuck the beer lets get some kool aid to top it off and wavy lays.
Maybe put some old eighties sitcom on….that shit would be good…then strait
to the Evan Williams and coke till ya throw up…maybe window shop some….see whats out there…fail some…win some…not give a fuck…