Submissions by Jayskills

The truth must just not exist,
Only lies slippen through thier lips,
And a bunch of bullshit ass stories you can call them tall tales or myths,
I guess there not just for kids cuz everybody playing tricks.
Warlocks and witches na  dealers and snitches,
A rat would sell out its cheese if it means less time they'd be getting,
So we keep it all hidden and we trust our own decisions,
Cuz we can tell when something is wrong you can call it intuition.
Cuz after living in a world full of oncoming collisions,
Submission becomes nonexistent we adapt to any...

How's it going man damn your not looking to great ,
Keep telling yourself that this is all just fate,
And everything happens for a reason so you can procrastinate,
From achieving and succeeding and making a real change.
But like you'll ever change all you do is take,
And create problems your to fucking pussy to face,
So you sit in one place drowning in your own shame,
Playing the same damn game every single fucking day.
Just a hopeless poet that has to many emotions,.
With tears that could fill an ocean but refuses to show it,
Cuz your broken...