Scrambling thoughts
Make them stop
Empty pop on the counter
Fourteen shades of grey
Can't go any louder
Close your eyes
Open your mind
Listen to the reasons
That made you blind
2:15am sitting on the couch
Counting slowly one to ten
One is life, not worth the knife
Skip to three it's not to sweet
Over to nine, convincing myself everythings fine
Who cares about ten, it's just ink from my pen
Life is great, life is grand
Could it be colored with a crayon?
Be yourself, not an act
If you give yourself a part
Is it really your true heart?
Let's talk about society,
But what's there to say
There heavens betrays
and satans slaves
Or how about rich fools
Money doesn't make you
wise and bold
Help the crys out in the cold
Who else to diss on
I'll put them in a row
You, me, ghetto, wealthy, homeless, bitchy
Only seperation is stupidity
That's stuck outside the door
Without a key
Beauty of the trees
Wonders of the seas
Get over worldly things
Take it easy to hear the buzz of a bee
Keep your head up
Stay on your feet
Fuck 6:00am I think it's time
For me to try and get some sleep
So I'ma tune out the sirens
And gun shots, from homies coppin dope
And the smell of pot, from moms smoke
Gotta stay away from that shit
Get up for school in'a hour
The blood from my socked jaw still taste kinda sour...
 
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