Get it

I twist it up, I fill my cup. I smash it to fuck and soak it up.
I feel right, My head is tight,I look to the sky spread my wings and fly.
I bag it, I sell it,I front it and I consume it.
I love it I hate it,I throw it, I sometimes enjoy it.
they say, I say, you say and then we all say. Another fucking headache and a fucked up day. The reasons are many, and times always in a hurry. I trip, I grip and slide with fury. I gotta make this happen as If I'm in a race. Another reason for living and I've yet to be laced. So many thoughts remind me to stay calm. I race like a motor though and love to drop bombs. I find that place that suits me right. I load that motherfucker, then its fire to pipe.a lengthy gasp of incoming air. Colliding with the greeting of despair. It's as if it continues to feed. It's the reason Why its a garden of weeds. No memory's come from nothing done. Fun isn't fun when its fun that runs. I relieve my stress for my mind is now numb. I know it won't last forever, tomorrow always comes. Who knows though, one day it just won't show up. But you'll never know the difference and its kinda fucked. I grind on this life like a feen on the pipe. I do things wrong but do it right. I settle my differences with my ability to take flight. I choose the flavor of my day.  I do give a fuck just don't give a fuck what you say. I dodge the bullets that often sail. I collect whats mine and often fail. I'm full of love and filled with anger. My life is a tale of consuming danger. I eat the shit that I create. I check the ones that can't relate. I am my own reason to be believing. I wrap it up and now I'm leaving. I have to be honest  for I must be trippin. High like a cloud, I'm steady skipping.