I haven't really written for me lately, or rather, about my own shit... so back to the Tupac shit... don't feel like Writing a story.
I'm lazy and I can't seem to find a spark...
Assigned as Smart...
But I'm lyin', I'm just tryin' to Park...
A handicapped decal is an excuse for me...
I wouldn't usually,
But today is act two of a play musically...
God amuses me,
His antics, ...tirades...
What's with the semantics?
Hanging like a Preying Mantis sideways!
Understand this is my phase;
I'll get my energy back...
Perhaps these are traps;
Which masks needs and keeps me physically sapped...
It's good to be happy, but-
What if I'm faking it?
I try to laugh, but then my past-
is Still filled with debatin' it...
And will my mood change soon?
Will a woman make me-
Happy?
It's true that I'm the same dude...
But this works consumin me-
Actually..
I'm makin' excuses, I'm just a bum
And what I've taken is useless,
Lust was the Sum;
Love was a myth for me,
I wanted it...
Though,
She doesn't exist for me,
I'm haunted to know...
I conjure the image,
The black and white picture
My memory's color is-
My appetite's fixure...
The sad delight hits her,
...I loved her back...
Too bad we never told eachother that.
A timeless told classic,
If it happens then That's It-
You can't save me,
I've relapsed to my Habit...
The weed and alcohol's Lasted
So much longer, I hate it...
My mind would rather stay blasted
Then wake up to debate it...
Corrupt and sedated,
My outlook's still optimistic-
I'd rather be glad than free;
The system's simplistic-
Plan to just visit your family and loved ones...
While we spend our lives,
like bees in hives,
Working as dumb drones...
Chilidhood was fun and I miss it...
Shit, this life really is tough---
...Isn't it?