Our being is subject to all the chances of life. There are so many things we are capable of, that we could be or do. The possibilities are so great that we never, any of us, are more than one-fourth fulfilled.
~Katherine Anne Porter
my life told as a coin toss is watever side is left un called
my fathers loins brought da world a maniac ta rub wrong
a son whos lungs paused............................................
.............ta let the air inside convert ta sprung bombs.............
my heart never pumps soft my nerves pulsate like drumed gongs
I sung my woes till my tounge turned numb an hung off
da bottom of my jaw like fruit off a cumquat
sum sought out fortune in life, I only wanted one song
never wanted da king, just ta be seen as da one pawn
Ima ramsack dis life wit both guns drawn
no puns dogg, all in all im seein shit like druged cons
die'in for freedom but to addicted ta pain jus ta run off
once the sun sets and day bleeds out inta night
nightmares will run free under da moon and street lights
defeat might............................................. ...........
creep underneath my hopes and dreams wit smite
im leanin away from sanity wit every obsene sight
quiverin wit fear for the death of my asteemed life
wat I breath might seem like air but its really debrised minds
..................sum would feel i dont think right.....................
.........but im really just a product of diseased times..........
so wat u think is me bein nice, is really jus time freezin twice
my words leave a taste in ya mouth like seasonin spice
my rhymes have been deemed nice, so if ya aint feelin em, bye
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