Wednesday, January 1, 2014

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One horse town, feel like I'm one horse down/ Voice on it's last legs, 'til it's done hoarse now/ Down to my last smoke, last dime, last time/ Thinking I'm only as real, as what I said in my last rhyme/ If I ain't or I'm not, then G-d strike me with lightning/ Jihad to my facade, I'll either kill or enlighten/ Only here to make sure, that the tension'll heighten/ And you when you think of the nicest, that my face is the likeness/ To whom it may concern, if I've a wish to be granted/ In death, make sure my dad fabricates me a casket/ Put a hole for a rose and make sure that you plant it/ To show my weird fascination with beauty and tragic/ Time to take a sabbatical and let go of the baggage/ The best that I can, I've done considerable damage/ Wallowed long enough to make morbid a madam/ Depression right beside it, then they turned it a tandem/ Another ship tryin' port, but nowhere for a landing/ Pop another Adderall and shoot myself out the cannon/ If it's a torrential downpour, then I'll try and I'll manage/ It's life, it's whatever, just deal with it at random/ Get off my ass and push, and don't stress on the outcome/ Sacrifice is sacrifice, who succeeded without one/ So here's to less eating, less sleeping, more drinking/ More thinking, more smoking, more coping, more beating/ My head against the cement, til fewer levels prevent/ The moment and me seizing, within view, now I see it/ That elusive brass ring, that's proved to be my reason/ That's carried me through seasons, gave me air for breathing/ That tore me through the shit, and would never let me relent/ Cause wasn't nothing there that was coming to my defense/ So, I sifted through the needless, til I wrote without a pretense/ That I was gonna be sick until I forced a lesion/ Went into a booth, started laying out my grievance/ Til I knew you felt I's the truest and the meanest/ That drive coupled hate, and it built me a stairway/ An awfully steep one, but I move at a bear's pace/ Reshaped who I was, and ripped me out of my bare frame/ Molded me an irony, out of smokes and some spare change/

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