Making sure this is it-

using both hands

eyes on the road and the golden flow.

 

I’ll destroy everything.

It’s who I am, but not this.

Walkin’ out of the light to hide my shadow

keepin’ my head up and out of the gallows.

 

The light of the header

the back of the net like Neymar

but there won’t be a cheer. Maybe not out loud.

A screaming internal battle cry

and I become Leeroy.

Just my name in hand

baby it’s all me it’s all I got-

and she’ll see the shadow,

and walk it in.

Just a joke

got it tatted

lifes a bitch and then you’ll die

thats why we get high-

but they forgot the apostrophe

so they don’t own it

morn it

she’s now just a trophy wife

just wanted to live that stellar life

walkin’ and struttin’ down runways

but you’re just a grown up run away

like we were kids again preppin’ for photo day

and we followed your dad to work like a stowaway

foolish way- we made the world our putty

man girl you used to be so funny

now you don’t smile anymore

like when we swore

to keep the deepest down as sophomores

but with less heart

now you’re hollow

and I guess you’ll never know when you’re gonna go.

 

It carries me,

talkin’ in my ear like a devil

festers, and it’s evil.

Reminds me of my failures

and my next

the one who says why it’s easy for everyone

to walk away.

 

-It was their choice

~they never needed you and they never will

it’s not like that

that’s why she never called back and destroyed her phone

she said she woke up late

yup, on that other guys dick.

 

Festers, a poison

a potion of lesser

feelin’ skinny

pukin’ up a little bit of me

just a little stressed

waitin’ on a call.

 

 

Started with a trial

and are thirty days went out awhile

time flies by when it’s worthwhile

now I can see us walking down the aisle-

 

and one day will be so far ahead

all the haters will be torn to shred

fed up and counting all this bread

doin’ so much just layin’ with you in bed-

 

it’ll be all worth it lookin’ up at this dome

protecting us built high and bright out of chrome

just not another chromosome

and with you it’ll always feel like a home.

Is that all that hate again

just shut your mouth let the start

build up your art

so you can find somethin’ else to thank your lucky stars I have the patience to keep my foot up out it.

 

That wasn’t mean

just a promise-

mostly to my team

that I won’t shy away diggin’ gold out the stream- damn.

 

It’s late damnit

now I’m just a magnet

to these rabid rabbits

all they are is some deli bandits dressin’ up as maggots tellin’ the coup it’s a status lyin’ around with these fuckin’ maggots.

Are we the Craft, or is the planet?

Craftsmen or the hammer?

 

I wonder,

as we destroy everything left from past

are we doin’ enough or we all assed.

Kickin’ down the mast

trigger finger it’s all been a blast-

facts.

 

Blaming the bomb when we’re the trigger

had enough to say no but still with the vigor

never a quitter

enough of the litter

and pick of the pieces and nail these boards together

get your shit together, Heather.

the transferred and borrowed minds-

heads in the clouds

channeling our current

and it’s fluent

sittin’ on the side bein’ truant.

The almighty-

 

channeled the weather in bare palms- wrath

sinking ships- casualties in the thousands

the ten warnings written on a bathroom stall

 

shit was laughable. Borrowed mind from the bottom of a pint,

screaming torture and

something I couldn’t pronounce,

maybe not of this language or of a fathomed world

maybe not one we’re not taught

or he is just a drunk with droll hangin’ from his lip.

 

 

Everything we think we love

it ain’t nothing but a brand name.

 

Such a soul, sold it the other day

this right here is hand-made

pump out four a day

but everyday

we love love

like it didn’t kick our fuckin’ ass

just yesterday you were a fuckin’ mess

called twice picked you up at a pub

hopin’ not to make the twenty-seven club.

 

Still hear that alarm

daggers through the drums

sellin’ our self market our flow

to everyone else

just nothin’ but a brand name

just to get a taste of class fame

it’s to tame such a shame

walkin’ the path to reclaim my first name

the lords baby

a righteous little maybe.

I guess it’s just the kid in me

feelin’ free

sippin’ on something smokin’ a little weed

it’s a tree passin’ out papers

bunch of jokers passin’ out lasers-

just a bunch of bull shit

deal with it everyday

passin’ the seconds minutes and hours

till you meet me in the shower

honestly spreadin’ firepower

come and find you beat the rush hour.

Just come and kick it like Jackie Chan

I watch you kill it I’m your biggest fan

it’s my game plan to sit on the bleachers

say some cheesy shit talk about all your features

and I’ll love them all till closing time

this just isn’t another rhyme.

We just some motherfuckin’ kids~

 

Wanting to go back-

video games and a cold drink

waking up when the sky is done

and toasting to the lives we will always live-

 

boy were we fuckin’ crazy,

still- the pizza was better then

way too much sugar callin’ it two AM parties

not much-needed but you know when it’s gettin’ started

all the boys and a battle plan

just a far away planet and two controllers

stayin’ alive on kool aid and frozen pizza-

 

the easier days, only problem was runnin’ out of batteries

runnin’ out of retries

carin’ about what was the next episode

never whats gonna be our next meal

feedin’ dimensions of our mind we tuned out

travelin’ dimensions to escape the tunnel vision.

so far apart it’s a different dimension

this path can be too difficult to mention

to atone for the wars fought to break tension.

 

I like to think we never left that war,

sittin’ aside full of pride eatin’ a side of fries-

pardon- step away from the tv

nothin’ left but to fly away on this banshee.