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Wet cock

I hate my reality therefore I choose to escape it,
Popping V five hundreds then hiding under blankets,
Lost cause due to the pills I've been taking,
Consuming tablets until the bottles were vacant,
Nothing is right when only prescription is sacred,
I need to focus on the positives and stick to the basics,
Shaky hands cranky moods taking licks in the basement,
Been off the K-pins and my body's been aching,
I hate this fucking world this shouldn't be in my in nature,
When the light approaches I'll applaud and I'll clap for the savior,
But until then I'll keep happiness stored for later,
Bruises across my body look at the gingers craters,
Offensively ugly looks I sensed that the woman hated,
I honestly think if I was black my raps would be highly rated,
Hides his cannibus inside of an Altoid canister,
Cramming most of my emotions inside of a can of hurt,
Why do I do this anyway it's just a plan that wouldn't work,
I'm off to another planet I can't stand this mentally damaged earth,
We live in a false society where it's a panic to finish first,
Inevitably your future transits to shit,
Debt you can't climb out of you're practically floored in a pit,
How you gonna pay rent with short shifts and poor tips,
I have to believe in myself cause no outer sources imported it,
Slowly the tortoise spends his last days belly up,
He's been beat in a rat race better get his cheddar up,
Enough animal references I've said enough,
Onto you stupid whores fantasizing about a ten inch thrust,
Your parents becoming penniless paying for expensive stuff,
Spoiled fucks are oblivious to their cherished funds,
You soiled your pants drunk please be embarrassed hun,
15 year old nicotine addiction oh but it's cool she insisted,
Your life is scripted but it's not due to your pale pigment,
Your hope's running out slut the pails cracked and it's dripping,
As you age you turn to an unbearable bitch that sits in a kitchen,
You can't even find a pot to piss in,
Now you look the product of oxi addiction,
I thought I was the one that's sickened,
The futures not far best believe the plot'll be twisted,
My cock'll be swallowed I'll be the one with relevant business,
Maybe I'll put up half of your tuition aided by money you got stripping,
And your father probably moved to the top cause of his ass kissing,
Your vaginal lips are loose after cock rips em,
Your nonsense and unoriginal your creativity lies inside of a boxed prism,  
Deciphering me is confusing like interpretations of stock systems,
The conquest for now is to be obnoxious with hot rhythm,
I know I got the look of a sloppy sloth high off of pot and drugs different,
These bags under my eyes are not diminishing,
I start this unappreciated art and quickly finish it,
Cause in person I'm a dumbass and not as sinister,
Actually this isn't art considering these take just minutes spent,
It's all I'm good at other than this I'm a self loathing mess,
Some of these hoes makeup-less look grotesque,
Pharmaceuticals is the answer when I'm asked "what's gotten into you"
Noah's hitter shoots in twos,
As they float in their own pools of stool,
This flow should be over no need to keep murdering fools,
Catch me in the back head spun serving the ooze,
Ashes in urns for the Jews,
Brass knucks they turn into jewels,
The socially accepted determine what's cool,
Well fuck you pussies I'm the one that's making the moves,
I have no stake in an optimistic mind frame feel mindraped by these tools,
Fine drapes blood drenched subsided by goons,
Why wait on a drug crate that's manifested the youth,
Decaying brittle body and I'm subdued passed the hours of noon,
Belittlement's my hobby and I'm soon to consume some shrooms,
And through all this drug talk my self projection's to bloom,
I'm tired of impressing depressed poets who are afraid to have an opinion,
Depression's my affliction lately I should ration my thinking,
Outweigh the negatives with the positives I'm not a delinquent,
Just cause my coats not mink and money was never frequent,
Grandmas home for now and she saw my grades I've been sinking,
Sweatpant pockets protruding   fumes that are stinkin',
I've let everyone down I won't be the one distinguished,
False hope like when I was in 7th grade cuming out of English,
My own family admits they assume I'm amounting to nothing,
Hoist my dead body on a pedestal and shower ears with symphonies of trumpets.
Written by Colimonk
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