Hated by who I Hate first...
You know what's funny is I find some identity in this,
With unslit wrists as I sip fifths with this
Hit-or-Miss attitude -
Mad and rude as I sit and invent this "rapper dude."
Am I frustrated? Am I just hated by who I hate first?
Do I take words that I shouldn't and put em' on papers?
I guess the aggression always comes from your own faults,
Alone, false hope calls its home a quote from your own jaws...
The phone starts ringin', then silence is singin',
Violence is bringin' its stone claws to help when timin' the rhythm.
I try the ignition to my engine of peace,
But at least give my mission a pen so I mention it, PLEASE!
A promise I haven't kept is to be honest and have respect -
Not to cash a check I didn't earn and return to a past I've met...
And as of yet I've failed where I could have succeeded,
Deleted brain cells and added text that spells "I'm conceited."
Feed it or read flow that eats for an ego,
We know that I keep shit inside --- what's it mean, though?
Is evil just a choice - a Rolls Royce or a Bentley?
Empty space with a voice quakes with greed that's petty --- but tempts me...
Essentially I'm scared, so teeth are bared,
"Fight or Flight, Right?"
Night, night, my dreams sent me there to the white light...
I lost focus and wrote this so you'd notice the post scripts,
My hope is the motives are known when I show bliss...
I'm not owed this, life's a gift, why do we look at the gift horse?
Like lip sores are in his mouth, I'm out of love --- but is this worse?