I Don’t Know if I Want to Kill Myself or Everyone Around Me.


What’s a king to a God? What’s a God to a nonbeliever? Frank Ocean said it first, I just recite it in my leisure. I ain’t mad, shit, I ain’t sad either. Just get in my feelings when I ain’t suckin on the ether. Happiness never lasts, it’s just a recurring fever. Returns to restore dreams, but when you need some it’ll leave yah.
But I didn’t do it, nah, I never pulled the trigger. Brain matter still intact, matter fact it’s gettin bigger. Mind’s eye has opened up, and I’m takin off the dimmer. See I wanted to die, then a new life made me reconsider. But already payed the grave digger… so prowlin white chapels like I’m Jack the fuckin Ripper, and I don’t need your forgiveness cause I love bein a sinner.
Resurrected, but I know I ain’t the same. Born from the flame, re-raised by the pain. Even Holy Water couldn’t clean these stains. Clinically insane, too much decay to the brain. Writin is a hobby, but this ain’t no fun n’ games. AND FUCK AN A.K.A. YOU’LL REMEMBER MY NAME…
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Five is probably fine.
Bitch.