For the fuck of it.. And because I'm in, I guess, a writers block.. This is nothing really to take seriously.. Just tryin' to get the creative 'juices' flowing. So, I was also playing around with different rhyme schemes and what not.. Just fuckin' around basically. I rushed some parts quite a bit but whatever..
Feed welcome, especially constructive criticism. Yeah, thanks.
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Cant think, I'm drowning in a fuckin writers block.
Brains clouding and shuttin down like I'm stuck in fighters lock.
Words sucked in tighter knots. Lost in my own web like a spider caught.
A lighter flooding in it's own fluid. (no flame) My thoughts are wounded.
I'm so distraught and putrid, my ideas I've fought and feuded.
No spark whatsoever, and every feeling I've sought and puked it..
Out. But from this point on I must blow it cleverly..
(and trust no one ever, See...)
That's been my Motto === D-T-A -4- L-I-F-E.
And I'll abide by that til the day that I die or OD.
Or somehow everybody, abruptly, grows trustworthy.
But in this industry there are just too many hoes bloodthirsty.
With no dignity, who'll always face you and pose brotherly.
But once your back is turned all bets instantly stacked so smotherly...
(Against you) And aint shit you can utterly do or fetch to catch your breath
(No signs) You'll be scratched and effaced after I etch a sketch your death.