Ordinary Life

What am I doing?
Will I die?
When I put in view,
A suicide,
I have thought through,
So many times…

Waking up to go out and buy,
A 40oz,
Some Mary Jane for a quick high,
It’s all I want…
It’s all I want…
It’s all I want…
A motion on,
Repeat,
Till I finally find what’s wrong with me…

An insanity…
Making me feel like I’m glad to be stuck in a Vanity,
Hacking a tree that’s about to be trapped in a pair lungs blackening,
The more that I huff,
And puff-puff for a chance to be…
Happy…
But,
I’m not…

Who really is in this day and age?
With cell phones to their fucking face?
For 15 minutes of fucking fame?
They couldn’t get,
With a Handsome poet like me on stage,
That’s not afraid,
To reveal his pain,
And,
Show you the way…
On to a stage…
Where I put in play…
A rhythm,
Locked in a vision,
I’ve imrisoned,
In a line…

I stand behind all the bars that I ink in rhymes.
Forget bagging a dime piece in a life,
I’m destined to change,
Instead of smoking it all away while I cry…

I’ve been poor.
Many nights where I hit the floor.
No one in sight to get for,
Or,
So I thought…
I rose from the croc pool I emptied out with these shots…
Plethoras of shots I’ve thrown out from a palm…
Capping off a night from all the 1-800’s I had to call at the top…
Of every morning and drop
A line before I laid myself on the rocks…