Bitches rolling at me because I rattle at the lips I spit that fucking shit because that's my gift Punk pussy ass bitches scheming and attacking on a racial tip Even the fucking cops are ensuring that I don't have a grip
Hahaha, check my resume, i've come through bitches trying to blast me I fucking blast back I'm not trying to be no one's casualty Where in the fuck do you think all of that racism went from the sixties Those bitches joined the police force and enlisted into the military
Pulling motherfuckers over and then choking them out ...
I Is Me simply isn't the band wagon type We don't do shit simply because it's tradition or popular When we breathe, we breathing because we have to There isn't an attempt to synchronize and breathe as one We live, so we breathe
We drink water and eat food Not because everyone else is doing it But these thing are necessary for us to live in this body It demands nourishment, although we have a delicate palate We live, so we eat
We hear because we have been blessed with hearing We don't like what everyone are screaming at the...
Please tell me just how often have you looked in to a coffin Observing a body frozen hard as it slowly softens A reel is rolled back, your pain has been denied Jealousy raises it's head and you wish that you had died
Their dead eyes open up, the chill pulls you in It's not their fucking fault that you smell just like sin Every fucking lie that you told is written on your story pole The peeling back of the flesh somehow creates a brand new mold
The release of the flesh allows you to experience pain far and beyond Like...
You faint happiness, telling everyone at least I still have Pain And you taught her ass to be a constant bitch and don't ever change Hahaha I want cramps with each broken heart, yeah you heard what I said I crave the sheer bliss of a razor raking across my dick head
Hard as fucking steel, engorged with to much fucking blood X marks the spot to release the fucking flood Paddle wack those fucking balls lets get shit numb I like ass fucking Pain until her whole existence becomes numb
Debby was a beautiful girl, not only in heart but she had a beautiful spirit Her soul wasn't of the silent sort, familiars claimed that they could hear it Quick to try to right any wrong, uplifting motivation all day long "We Are The World" her favorite of all time song
She considered herself a free spirit, one of the last true hippies Casual in her dress, nose piercing, and a love to get a little tipsy Popping up in social circles grabbing children of any color and acting silly She was trailer park, ghetto, barrio, goth, rock, blues, city, and...
Standing on the rocks looking far and away at the wave I saw you alone and naked, passed back and forth between the waves Existence was confronting me, the froth was little more than covering The turbulence of the whirlpools was more than just bubbling
The color of your eyes changes with the tides Tidal pools meant for bathing become the perfect place to hide There is so much going on, clams and crabs showing their jealousy Although they try to blind me, I'm still watching you roll in from the sea
Tiptoeing around issues, hmmm baby I think we should had discussed that shit But we're in our own world, you pop two more pills and I take another hit This has become us dear, or our fucking version of love This is us loving life, this is us handling love with kid's gloves
Savagely biting of the lips, words we refused to say to each other It has nothing to do with sex that we don't even remember, we support each other I'm your supporter, please bitch dare me to try what you do I promise I wont tapout until I'm as fucking high as you
I determined a long time ago I don't have to hate to find peace within myself That my love for me can't be hinged upon anyone else I really have to love me for me and trust myself from the onset Is there a predetermined age that you should be able to choose love without regret
I met Love on multiple occasions and she never appears the same She's a chameleon in disguise and she loves playing games Without my knowledge she seeks me out She likes whispering into my ears and putting words into my mouth
Since posting the pieces"Lil Man" and "Transporter," certain motherfuckers know who I Is Me is But running our mouth on each other isn't our fucking biz We hear, see, and say nothing, that's how we fucking live From the barrio to the ghetto, we ride or die for the same blood or rib
Motherfuckers that let me climb through their windows when I couldn't stay at home Bitches that stole food out of their parent's house when I Is Me didn't have a home Fuck what those scientist say about how long you can live without food I lived hungry long enough...