Now if i have to write something, something again stupid, insane what else it could be about but me.
Yes the same me is back,
with hell lots of crap,
i don't mean to rap,
like the old nigga who's fat,
sleeping on the demons lap,
n letting him do his sinful pat.
I wish i could dream but my nightmares turned reality,
n the demon with all his ability
cursed my life to inequality.
Wow, here i go again,
this urge towards the pain,
turns my life like the remaining ashes
after the winter rain.
N when i calculate what i gained,
is the misery courtesy the demons brain,
n the only thing that remains,
is the nicotine in my vein.
i try n chase some more cocaine,
n my mind drifts away from pain,
like the bullet to my satanic brain.
i hide myself down the drain,
suffocating myself till my pulses go all insane,
taking me one step closer to my death all over again.
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