Lately the pen seems like it hates me again,
The ink knows not to bring flows from where my cranium's been,
It's like I'm Damien and Satan's in the lake for a swim,
A Bachelor's last words are, "I do,"
...And he'll never say them again...
The saga continues, live at audience venues,
Chew apart the human heart when the body has been used,
It's probably friends you would have never expected,
You need the grind they leave behind to get better connected,
I'm misbehavin', sippin' fifths on my sixth probation,
In summation I'm a fuck-up but what's my situation?
Screaming, fists are blazin' I'm bleedin' and hit the pavement,
My life is repossessed but I digress,
...I never skipped a payment...
Every single inch of me is tense, I'm flinching instantly,
Then I get to thinkin' we behave so fuckin differently,
Like Ren & Stimpy we're gross, our human density grows,
Intensity flows like laughter after askin' Casper,
..."Who's the Friendliest Ghost?"...
No spirit is kind, each evenin' the sightless keep leadin' the blind,
This nightly trip is the type of shit you only see with your mind...
The thing I bitch about is the life in which I'm missing out,
Mixing doubt with liquor I'm just in a bigger kitchen now,
I move on with a smooth palm tomorrow's a New Dawn,
Put my groove on and lose the style I've borrowed for too long,
New song, pick a beat and let it fit the peak,
If you take advice and hate your life hold control alt,
...And hit delete...
No need to be sad, I've got weed in a bag,
I keep smokin' the bowl cuz it's the only thing keepin' me glad,
I'm 24 and I've got more gray hair than a state fair,
My STD takes ecstasy finds pussy and stays there,
Put the kids in daycare, go to work and go berserk,
Make your bed, brush your teeth and take your meds,
...Then fold your shirt...
Each minute on this planet there's a cynic that can't stand it,
Pacific to Atlantic every inch of this shit where we've been stranded,
If life was spendin' the night buzzed with a prostitute,
I guess it's cuz Cupid can't shoot it,
...When he just brought the flute...
Why do doves symbolize love is it because it rhymes?
Or the fact that we've all flown in and out a couple of times?