I tend to live in a this depleted state of mind, claiming dead things and honoring pain in my life.The fool tube is turned on in the early stages of my life and I'm influence by images of no substance, due to the fact I don't have no substance. The music of my choice is parallel to the lifeless lifestyle I indulge in. My surroundings are a spitting image of this bubble I created. What I call fun is recklessness and to seeing someone that looks like me, down and at their worst. "If I can't get it, you can't have it." This is my daily motto. I will live by it and I will die by it- just keeping it real.
This reality, is all I know or known. Sure, I had good people pass thru in my life at times. But, not long enough for a life changing impact. I guess the patience isn't there either. And love, ha, what love!! I haven't seen love sense it seen me, I suppose. My only refuge, is my drug of choice and my therapy, is letting these bullets fly, such a stress reliever. And you got the nerve to ask, what's wrong, are you kidding. The question I'm constantly asking, what's right.
So, I go back to doing what I know. My only guidance is this reality that I created, by default. Ignorance is bliss. If I only knew how to loose these shackles, man, I'll be something else. I've seen other brothers get it together, it seems. But, they come back to the hood and we remind em. Ain't no love, we ain't proud of ya, hell, I don't love myself. So, give me that on your wrist and neck, it look betta on my mines anyways.
I'm crying for help, but I don't know how of what to ask. All I know, we dying over here and it seems to be no cure. What's the remedy for a senseless paradigm in a self invoked genocide culture.
Your Truly,
Trouble young man
Your Truly,
Trouble young man
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