Thursday

LEAKING PAINTBRUSH

Our minds can manipulate, manifest, and paint a vivid picture.
I got baker acted when I was just 12.
911 alerted about My issues I was facing.
It's still fuck the system even ever since way back.
Way back I hated myself.
That mirror brought disgust.
When momma would make food I'll devour the plate.
We are ran as a 24 hour time bomb.
No food? You die.
You starving? You dying.
In these streets you might end up dead.
In my world you got 3 lives: suicide, homicide, and jail time!
Never been out of state, I know they don't care about my life.
They don't love you until you're under.
If you were starving don't even expect a penny back.
Expect misery, expect non-luxury, and accept your defeat.
Go to sleep.
Suffer in your handmade sheets.
You won't give up?
Go get it.
You can face those consequences.
You will get that apartment on the end of Dead Mans Streets.
We come up working 12-4 am.
Finessing and hustling with the guide of Sly Cooper.
Paint this world with your world.
Your own realm you sleep in, your own realm you eat in, your own realm you are king in.
Billions of things to pin, millions of cash to equip.
Show your true colors, no sneak diss.
If you mean it, don't just not say shit.
The devil gonna play dice and make yourself into a headline.
It's your world, I think you knew that.
Say I'm sleeping, how do you think I'm feeling?
Contemplating suicide, dodging signs after signs.
Them crackers I gave my pen buddy did his mind right.
I really got locked up for trying to come up.
My world is split down the middle.
I can grab life by the hair and stroke my inches in it.
Problem with it is I can't measure up to society's standards.
Fast. Too fast. Life is coming to fast for me.
15? I'm still willing.
Corrupted child, we knew that.
That "RIP" shirt gonna get you everywhere.
Lucifer will slider into your life and enhance your life.
Feels good right?
He'll ask for your mother.
Find out she dead.
He'll devour your soul.
Found out your spouse quit.
Crash.
You don't need to know everything I know.
Maintain. Feel your pain, ask yourself:
"what's happening?"
Your stomachs growling, go get that Corona and lime.
Maybe even get a line!
Protect your think. When you THINK you are unique.
That's why we feel good with our own "hers"
Sometimes we need a body like form of what we desire.
My lover is my soul in human form.
When will I meet her?
Let me find out.