SONG/POEM i wrote this when i left my moms house 2 years ago on the plane, its longer but i edited cause some is real real personal, it has nothing to do with trust
what is luck to me, lucks an evil expression,
used when you find yourself, with pointless possesions,
kids using jointless expressions, mind twisting sessions,
metaphorical obsessions, a hypathetical suggestion,
stop with the hate, its only addresing,
the ones who are inocent, life left me with no blessings,
my minds put to rest in, a pile of daisys,
no more crazy ladies, no more rap about aids,
no more mc maybe, hes dead from lifes blades,
and see me walkin talkin to myself, not cause im crazy,
i just dont got no one elses....
