Not sure how to start my sixteen little bars
don’t know where my mind’s been
taken hostage by my heart
can’t say Im the role model
but I guess I’ve played my part
I am my own regression because I’ve forgotten which end I started on
I’m just stressed the fuck out by my shit not turnin like I want it to
wanted you
but far away, I guess you’re doing what you need to do
needed you
I’m good now with some porno, brew, and lung residue
nothin new
the sun’ll come back out once the clouds break through
you’re breaking bad
i’m breaking rude
sick of socially unaware attitudes
but who am I to break it down
I’m broken, dirt upon the ground
& can’t school niggas when you can’t even count
more than 16 bars
dismount and I’m out.
that can burn the fucking thought of it
you can’t see past the screen because you bought a lot of it
profit hides behind the scenes
the devil’s in the tiny print
and so it looks, and though it seems
i’m holy, but i’m still as sick
but good medicine is real
and consciousness is but a truthful pit
when nothing’s real
nothing’s false
and none of you can tell me shit
this arguing is useless
it kinda fucking makes me sick
bullshit overload tastes like hell
so excuse me if i fucking spit
the thoughts are tired
the people, bored
the judgments never seem to quit
ugly is the soul, not looks
which none of you seem to get
long winded like dylan
i can see why passion leaks and slips
voice so monotonous
like some generic faucet drip
and down into and out of another
shooting across the galaxy
getting flung around the sun
here you are again beautiful
nice of you to show up on time
and in a couple of minutes
hours
years
millenniums
seconds
you will be flung out of here faster than a beam of light
up and around another galaxy
getting flung into dark matter
ripping and shredding
and mashing together with other gases
and there is no such thing as words
and symbols aren’t there to mean anything because this is all there is
there needs to be no representation because here it is
for you and for me
it is you
and it is I
and we are
and it is
and it will be
and then maybe it won’t
and it’s by chance
but it’s perfect
it’s so fucking perfect
and if I am alive to write this
on some machine
and have knowledge in my fucking head
that there use to be an ancestor of mine that didn’t even know how to harbor fire
and that before that there were dinosaurs
and before that algae and amoeba
and that I am spinning on a fucking rock that has all the perfect fucking elements
for me to get compliments everyday from people saying they like they way my matter is composed, and that it is appealing
and all that is amazing to me
because I am so fucking small on this rock spinning in darkness
and an area of space the size of a grain of rice can hold billions of galaxies containing billions of stars
and here I am
and it’s fucking amazing
so fuck my problems
and fuck what I’m going through
I am apart of something bigger than me.
Not like I would know, or ever knew, or will know. That’s the beauty of my evolution, I can never keep up with myself, and therefore no one can ever keep up with me. And that’s fine. I like being alone. I don’t mind it. But I just gotta rant a little bit to even out the scores haha. I know myself; the being I know I am. I know what my weaknesses are, and my strengths. I know when to cut my loses and go the fuck home. And I know when to say “Fuck losing, I’m not going home empty handed.” I’ve lost a lot of things in my life, from my mother, to my father, to some innocence, pride, and ego. Burn baby burn. I am self-reliant, and self-centered meaning I crucified myself and became my own savior. And I’m doing what I can on this rock spinning in this vast matter that I like to call my mother. My womb. Everyday I’m some other form of my amoeba-being transforming into some other part of myself. Some part of me that I don’t even know yet, so excuse me if I take some time to get to know me a little better. I like my solitude. I’ll take all the self-reflection time I can get. To the place where only I go to stop thinking. To forget about it all. To smoke bongloads and look out at the birds not thinking to myself, how did I let the love slip by me so fast? Not even thinking about how it was beauty it was while it all lasted.
Meh all is well with the cosmos like always. The longing for something greater is always drilling a hole in some part of me. When I get there, I’ll get there. I’m barefoot and I’m coastin’ baby.
Laughing and dancin all the way.
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
only to have some animal ravage my soul
Hungry, so hungry
with eyes wide, so fucking wide
like I’m missing something
what the fuck am I not seeing
Like I’m losing something
what the fuck am I not being
writing something
but somehow it’s just not freeing
it use to be so solid
now it’s just some fading smoke rings
some letters on crumpled pages
some drunken fuckin cheap things
use to bring back smiles
now it brings back weird ass dreams
not sure if I like it, or if I just like the way it stings
it keeps me awake however
nothing helps, wet dreams nor the green
just the same dried out passages
soon enough to be last years shit
so must I now get over it, I’m done resting my feet
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
Get wise, nigga.
Educate yourself
we’re all slaves in bigger picture
worthy is the soul
who gives only sincere
faulted is the user
who is selfish little parasitic fear
fuck what you think you know
fuck what I know, it aint shit
humans live together
on this rock that somehow continues to spin
regardless of our presence
so it’s true when I say I don’t need you
all the shit I need I get it, and
who gives a fuck what who’s preaching
so caught up in the hype shit
forgot that youre the same type shit
turn on the light, shit
you can’t read in the dark
point your fingers at me again
and i’ll be sure to leave my mark
ramble on, babydoll
for no one knows you better
filthy fingers touching shit
pushing robot buttons, oh how clever
sense is made where it is givin
unless you been in the shit im sittin
you don’t know the acids instinct
until you’ve had a nice fry
so come one, come all
to the raven’s call
it’s time to dance
all up in that fuckin fire
kickin ashes up in sour faces
you sure you don’t want to taste this
suit yourself babylove
see you in the next dimension we’re stuck in
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
I’m impossible it seems
yeah, I got drive, and ambition, and I’m pretty to look at
but come on man
that’s not what life is about
life aint about lookin pretty
life aint bout sittin pretty
or even shittin pretty
I’m just as fucked up as anyone else
I’m just as lost
and human
I just have no problem showing my scars
and not giving a fuck what looks I get in return
as long as there is air in my lungs you will fucking hear me
not because I am here
but because I won’t be here forever
I’m not an angel
I cannot save you
I want no chains
I want it all
and I want absolutely nothing all at the same time
and you should probably just leave me sittin there, lookin nice
because I’m a weird one
I’m easy to please, for I like simplicity
but hard to keep satisfied for long periods of time
because I get bored very easily
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
get in the whack
get groovy in the tunes
get lost, kick rocks, roll stones
sing blues
you can be the chooser
but you can’t always choose
flavors of the chicken soup
to feed the souls of the fucking multitude
he wears fendi glasses, he must value his sight
eyes in his wallet
money says it’s time to see right
reading aint shit if you’re reading in too dim of light
digging deeper than a poster,
shirt or mothafuckin picket sign
educate yourself
gotta learn to feed your own mind
get out now, fuck all this “in due time”
shit’s manmade to keep you on the timeline
dimensions are only fiction
if you’re behind the starting line
end rhyme. period.
gotta get my feet wet
arguing is for fools who don’t know their point yet
pencil is for people who want to recant the shit they spit
ink and needle give it meaning
yeah, until you tattoo over it
theories come and go with age
going through the phases
epiphanies only mean it when you finally put down the razor
put the t.v on the shelf
throw away the pride and wealth
move out into the places where people can barely hold their fucking health
it’s the balance of the cosmos
darkness and light, we are both
argue with you until I see that I’m really at my own throat
so just some smiles and some bit tongue
progress gets the war won
once you stand and say
i’m not working today so looks like the jobs done
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
thrown together with memories
of past love affairs
past times when i lost myself with another
why am i so lusty
lusty
lusty
hungry
and thirsty
let me drink of you
carve my passion into your skin
like the canvas it is
let me lose myself in you
become alive again in you
throughout you
let me please you
with something so sweet
youd think youve stumbled upon nectar from the gods
let me give you all of me
until morning
and then again when we awake naked in each others arms
with the sunlight shining
and the world spinning
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
i had this consciousness
when i was in the muck pond
689040 million years ago
and i told myself
hey man
how the fuck am i gonna get into something more?
i gotta be bigger
how am I gonna experience something more greater than now?
And it took me millions
and billions
and trillions
of years to get to this point
of universal expression
I think i’m doin damn well
DAMN WELL.
stop examining every strong hand
and finger
and vein lining some mans arm
stop searching for muscle structures peaking through t-shirts
and stop tracing jaw lines
and noses
stop longing for things that you might never see
just let go
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
but i love the fuck out of words
we can say we are intimate
but not exclusive
but is it ever?
am i ever?
does it ever really matter?
no one holds it dear like i do
clear
and true like the shit I am
shit
even flies like it
even i try it
even i buy it
and sell it out
and dance it out
trance it about
and i love you is all i can say
all i ever could
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
jealousy makes the stomach sick
boils up and rots inside of you
eats away at good hopes for brighter days
drapes the light, and paints the windows shut
and I know it feels good to feel good
but with not much to feel good about
your happiness mimics mine
as though it wants me to join in
but im shattered somehow on the sidelines
and my guts are spillin out all over the place
my mind has long been lost
and if i don’t get some rest soon
i’ll unwravel
but that aint so bad
turn that smile upside down with me?
nah never that
you keep it up
i just have to learn that coveting what you have
makes me end up like you
and i am me
so i don’t got shit most of the time
and that’s fine
for the balance when it hits me
will be of a train
and ill travel
on my way
with passion on my fingertips
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
it’s shit everytime to you anyway.
and what’s up with the third person?
missing a little direction & mommy affection
or something or other
and everyone’s aching to get laid
but they tell me to speak for myself
and general rationalizations fail
way shot, once again.
as long as I’m a liar how enlightened am i really?
as long as ego and pride supersede
humility, how fucking enlightened am i really?
my mask can scream,
and my heart can sing
and dreams converge with reality
& leave me with many false feelings
that feel way too fucking real
jaded.
at least I’m fucking faded
fated or weighted
as long as there’s no obligations
false sensations used to be enough
no more
my war
hippies use the back door.
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
and I want to hold myself inside
of your warmth as we sleep
on our palette and the sun
sneaks through the blinds.
I miss your scent, and steady
breathing.
but that’s fine
missing shit keeps the blood pumping
and my feet were made for rambling
so I must be on my way
and it’s a slow but steady ache
but it keeps the dreams awake
and shake the soulmates out of hair.
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
