My brass poker face is my mask…
Under that mask is bones…
Face of the reaper…
Do I sleep?
Most times no…
Sometimes I just want to…
Feel pain…
Ya know…
I feel nothing…
I’m plain…
Prison pose on my DP…
One man 4 horsemen…
Of the apocalypse…
I’m ready…
shovels dirt over safty…
Guns with no safty…
I’m about to be a unckle…
Old ways were nothing humble…
Embrace the brass heart of my struggles…
I tucked my bread…
When they transferred me in the blue shuttle…
On my way to a new home…
In hell…
I don’t want to write no more…
I’m just not a writer…
I rather take the pen…
Shove it in a politicians jugular…
In these words…
you can tell that I’m vexed…
Lost some distant family members…
To the clutches of murder…
I’m so fucked up…
I’m so damn tired…
Of funeral services…
They can’t even afford them…
Poor them…
Kids being cremated…
The whole fucking cities tainted…
Gone…
Crazy…
Don’t save me…
I don’t want to be……………
I’ve been lied to forever…….
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 