I just finished this and will post links 2morrow, it's just almost 4 in the morning and I'm like red-eyed tired over here. Felt somewhat inspired to write something... hope ya like it, reader.
Issues
All these thoughts come back to me happily,
Half of me just feels lost down the path of the apathy,
Rappin' so casually, Laughin' at Africa's atrophy,
Put a cap in me, Nothin's more sad than a tragedy,
Every catastrophe's actually just what we needed,
Love is conceded, Before we win we must be defeated,
Fuck it, I'm weeded, no drinks crazy with no shrinks,
This whole thing's just one fucked-up reason to show chinks
in the armor... I couldn't be --- any calmer,
She's a goner, I switch on like Jeffrey Dalmer...
Cannibal? I'm a mechanical animal,
This logical topical brain bottled unstoppable phantom will
Be unable to handle hell labeled, "CAUTION: INFLAMMABLE!"
Poppin' a Zanifil and smokin' pot from a cantaloupe,
I'm sick and this shit is the antidote,
Every lyric I've written's like spittin' in Santa's throat!
I can't stand to cope!
...So I forget my issues,....
I'm done cryin', Kleenex, Guess you shoulda kept the tissues...
I'm at the point between breaking and shattering,
Blanking or mattering, An ugly painting or flattering,
Gathering confidence, Capture the audience,
I won't quit til this shit is in scriptures and monuments,
This shit is so ominous, it's like the gift is fading...
Misbehaving ---it switched, got pissed and it's eviscerating
My insides, Since I'm debating these six knives
A couple of wrists one twist and I just dive
Into the darkness, I'm laughin' cuz it tickles my armpits,
I just died and someone's already kickin' my carcass!!!
That's how it feels when noone's your real friend,
Closed in a steel pen while we float in concealment,
I'm a sympathy seeker, but I won't give it back to you,
Ask me Boo, out of what I've told you less than half is true,
Shit, I'm a bastard, too --- cold-blooded and ruthless,
Fuck Mother Goose this is more like Family Guy Pewterschmidts,
Whacky and Zany --- I don't have to explain me,
Actor on stage three, I'm too big for my past to contain me,
Actually, maybe it fits fine --- it's a cliff climb ---
Just like the fifth rhymes with the sixth line,
But which sign do you follow? What do you trust?
The issues behind you or the ones coming up?