Don’t be playin’ them too close to you; trust no stranger,
Keep yah money in your damn socks; around here there’s danger,
Don’t be runnin’ your fuckin’ mouth; people’s a gamer-changer.
Always be reppin’ and steppin’; don’t mean mug without reason,
Be strapped and ready with a knife; it’ll be some goddamn open season,
Follow gang code whether in or out; break the code and it’s fuckin’ treason.
Real snitches get stitches and fall in ditches; bitches just screamin’ and gettin’ shot,
Get in jail and do your damn time; don’t act out like a pussy and be put in a slot,
Anyone wrongs the top dog or the gang king; they get smashed and left alone to rot.
Mood’s skyward and rocketing through space and into God’s domain.
As impulse control degrades; unable to pause, think, or refrain.
Needing pleasure in every way – showing absolutely no restrain!
Indestructible spirit and belief; nothing I do will be in vain.
Assured and confident into epic proportions with nothing left to attain!
Undefeatable. Formidable. Unshakeable.
Feeling absolutely amazingly able!
This mood is far beyond greater than even drug intoxication.
Reaching to the majestic heavens of euphoric elation.
Energetic. Idealistic. Fantastic.
Is there such a thing as overly optimistic?
I don’t care what people say about my mood.
This is what I live for; it’s my lifeblood.
Delighted. Unintimidated. Accelerated.
Throughout my grand journey – I’ll never be daunted.
I am above, greater and fucking immune to mistakes!
I’ll do anything; I don’t care what it takes.
Walking away from a place,
Full of darkness and complete desolation.
Colors were dull, drab, and dark,
Precisely without temptation.
So unmotivated and apathetic,
I was only existing and not living.
Had a fucked-up desire to fade away,
Everything was so unforgiving.
Coming from a dark place,
To a bright and joyful place.
Dull and dampened colors,
To simulated and bright colors.
Changing from depressive moods,
To elated and gleeful moods.
Moving away from unmotivation
To exhilarating motivation.
Heading towards to a place,
Full of happiness and confidence.
Colors are bright, vibrant and beautiful,
Love how it’s in abundance.
Super motivated and euphoric from life itself,
Boosting my mood with some upswing.
Now I can see that the sky is not the limit,
I’m fantastic and ready for anything!
Walking away from a pitch-dark hole and complete desolation,
Colors that I saw in the world were dull, dark, and without temptation.
So unmotivated and apathetic that made me merely exist and not living,
Having a fucked-up desire to just fade away; it was so unforgiving.
Coming from a horrible dark place into a bright world,
Seeing drab and dull colors turn into spirited, lively and stimulating colors,
Changing from moods of suicidal ideation and indifference to elated moods of glee and delight,
Moving away from depressive desires and ideation to fully charged up and energetic motivation.
I’m heading to a bright, joyful world full of happiness and confidence,
Loving how it is right now – I see bright, vibrant, and beautiful colors in abundance.
Super motivated and euphoric from life itself, giving my mood some much-needed upswing,
Now I can see that the sky’s not the limit; I’m fantastic and ready for anything!
Digging down into a deep pit,
I just want to stop and quit.
Maybe it’s given that they win,
All it has done is give me chagrin.
Maybe I’m just a weak coward,
Everything has truly soured.
Maybe there’s nothing for me in life,
It’s all literally just strife.
I don’t even remember a time when I was happy,
The few memories I remember is all crappy.
It’s a huge thing to decide,
To die or to hide.
Fuck you, weed.
Fuck you, shatter.
Fuck you, drugs.
I want to be freed,
I got my ass handed on a platter,
No more drugs but more hugs.
Thank you, nurses.
Thank you, voice that reasoned with me.
Thank you, for letting me be myself.
Maybe there’ll be more cases,
But I hope I will see,
That I need to take upon myself.
They all got bigots in their pockets,
Quacking like there’s a quake,
That’s why we need a milkshake.
Break bones, why bother loners?
Legos literally don’t let go,
They really stick like a duck.
There’s a tomboy, skating around.
It’s the boxes, it’s the boxes.
Hexes all over, hexes on noses.
Red shattered thread that has migrations,
Illusions are fusions into reality,
Opening a veal cutter to strike,
Yellow boat, about to be afloat.
Lag like a skag-king, you got pucks.
Glad like a laddie skipping over rocks.
What is real or fake?
For fuck’s sake.
Brake before I break.
I realize what’s at stake.
Doing drugs to mute the pain,
The fault of this all is my brain,
I’m not right as rain,
Is it really all in vain?
Can’t just shake that belief,
Everyone giving me grief,
Smoking up some kief,
Vying for any relief.
To you it’s unreal,
To me it’s real.
It’s not you that has to deal,
It’s me that has to feel.