locks only keep honest people out

i like to drink alone    
order 50 dollar pizzas    
and only eat the toppings    
   
if i took the time    
to take anything seriously    
or actually put some effort in    
i'd probably be just like    
the rest of these clones  
 
still bitchin  
 about how much wrong 
they right    
   
or actually write something decent    
   
but fuck it    
rot is back on that bottle  
 
 i thought  
there should always  
be a spare tire on an ambulance  
   
i thought if i stopped    
fuckin with those lil wax paper packages    
i'd be powerful enough    
to fly around the planet backwards    
against the direction it spins on it's axis    
take it back a couple chapters    
resurrect my dead father    
just to let him know how this bastard is    
with a lil practice    
i could be more than the damage afterwards    
start paying taxes    
and murder mettalica for fucking up napster    
   
i don't even deadbolt the door anymore    
i don't own anything worth stealing    
if you wanna know how i'm feeling    
log onto dup and find me on the cieling    
writing rhymes about drug dealing    
torturing hoes that i used to find appealing    
giving all my money to    
and tatooing their children    
   
i keep my pills in    
   
a box with a lock  
under the garage
 
   
a ring,a watch    
and some old hate mail to god    
if you find this odd    
you are'nt even close to the level i'm on    
down trod    
fallen but up beat      
a couple natty ices up in me    
and i'm sharpening my claws and teeth    
better take that ish up the street    
if you don't want me    
to stick some shit    
up in your spleen