(47) Laced Up Thoughts 01.11.2025 @ 12:04am

This lifestyle doesn’t get any easier.
Lately I feel very distant from life.
Will I ever run out of things to write?
Can you tell I’m high as a kite?

Dashed off Crenshaw Blvd last night.
Dwelling on life and everything in sight.
My addiction has kept me from the life I want.
I feel depressed as I continue to be truthful.

I’m an open book.
I’ll tell you just about anything.
Some things will have to die with me.
Certain things we can only take to the grave.

I can’t truly say I believe in an afterlife.
In the case in which it is existent;
I know exactly where I’m going.
Straight to hell to face the one we fear.

My fear will no longer be a factor.
I’ll face my eternal punishment.
The finale will someday take place.
For now I’ll just have to fix my face.

Pretend like I’m not contemplating suicide.
Isolating myself with music when I’m intoxicated.
I write to escape my guilty conscience.
Maxing out the volume seems to block the thoughts.

I can’t bear to hear these voices;
I see things that aren’t there.
I know this bump will settle that.
I’m still breathing but it’s because of drugs.

I’m not happy and I doubt I’ll ever be;
Distancing myself from my mind.
Sniffing my life away when I’m not with bodies.
Seems like I can’t help it at times.

I enjoy the reactions I get from things I say.
I’m being truthful and mind fucking you.
This piece wasn’t meant to be filled with rhymes.
I’m releasing myself, getting things off my chest.

Things I cannot talk about in actual life.
Some of those things could put me away.
Somewhere I don’t want to be;
The place is here, there, everywhere.

I know and feel like I don’t belong anywhere.
I enjoy myself when I’m illegally faded!
I haven’t gave a fuck since I started this shit.
Did you really think shit with me is sweet?

I’m as bitter as they come motherfucker!
Those that know, know the reasoning behind it.
Besides the fact that I’m an uptight asshole.
The junkie asshole I aspire to be.

Tell me what you learned from reading this.
Ask yourself if you need therapy after this.
Maybe I’m just talking shit.
Perhaps I got my point across this piece.

I’m not completely sure what I’m writing.
I know putting it on these lines is helping.
That’s more help than I’ve ever received.
That’s only partially true, I never seeked help.