see you next yesterday

seems like last week        
i was just seventeen        
feeling lucky like a punk        
intimate encounters        
 on the ass ends of passers by's failing relationships        
it all can become so routine        
fuckin with these hoes in skinny jeans        
but now man i see more churches and courthouses        
i've actually been in one that was one and the same        
liquor stores and drug dealers        
 think we need less of all of these        
than we do youth centers and skate parks        
maybe some more x box games        
about saving peoples lives          
rather than taking        
         
the real life practical application        
still brings thirty seconds of almost being important        
that narcotic,god like,hard on is still there.......      
        
either way        
         
maybe my pupils are dilating and changing color again        
usually happens          
after i have one of those old dreams about you        
 i squint so hard        
i break a blood vessel in the bridge of my nose        
cool breeze in hell          
nostalgia so humid sticky sharp        
it  2 pacs my calloused right nostril        
until someone screams        
"nothing happens when you die"        
i get a bug in my eye        
start back to backing my squares        
yeh this drinks to you        
the one who used to occupy this skin        
         
i really wanna get my money right        
so i can move moms out of this ratchety old place          
in the hood        
i put a fresh coat of specialty paint on weekly        
to keep the ghosts confined        
and confuse the homicide detectives          
just in case she ever wants to leave someday    
i stopped digging  
 my doomsday bunker      
but maybe she wants to die  
in the same place her mother did?        
a lil more enthusiastic than i would expect about it        
but hey nothing wrong with planning ahead        
         
i guess        
losing your wallet and laying down somewhere          
is cheaper than even        
incarceration or a "legal" burial nowadays        
huh?        
         
i would like to apologize for the last time        
i said "jesus fucking christ        
i'm outta bullets"        
i was'nt aknowledging existance......        
         
 a while back i stopped saying        
the names of my dead homies        
and any enemies even less          
it's just too tiresome to war with        
on both fronts        
but hey          
some times a lil creator diss still slips out        
         
pro wrestlers seeking a career in government        
 are in abundance          
more than colored pencils        
the mop is never sour enough        
to fly away          
so i'm putting everything i got        
on the number three horse        
famine always makes me think of feminine        
for some reason    
 we all die behind some pussy       
so if a shot in the dark?        
happens to tag the last witness?        
everything is everything        
boat drinks sure beat window love