If you wake up tomorrow, and hear that I’m gone, I hope u miss me as much as people do Mike Jackson.
Summer is my least favorite season cause it happens to be the meanest. Seems like woman treating me like shit, is what’s in this season,like air max 90s. I feel like a 80’s soul stuck in the future, I wanna bring back time and fix a few things: like how dad treated mom, or how I let the timidness get in the way of all I can be, how I never seem to sustain the smiles I put on their faces. How I can try this hard and always end up in second place. I think I’m falling face first, with the hope running out, God I’m in need of angel, or something to save me from myself, cause the weeds all the same, I thought of doing drugs man, like acid and coke, trip on steroids, hopefully I see happy shit, but I’m in doubt thou. I realized my heart probably couldn’t take it and I’d be dead in year. Imagine that, I popped and Molly and got buried; WOOOO!!! Fuck it man, I’m trying be happy, working on some shit I see at night, when I close my eyes and float of to the land where anything is possible. I’m been hunted by myself on some inception shit, since my inception, my perception of things has been perplexing the minds of all the lame and normal, so the find me lame and boring… I stopped giving a fuck around the 5th rejection. They say know yourself to get better, but I’m known to spread butter with ease when it’s time to cut cake, throw it in some mix and come back with more cake, investing time into my future no one said it would be easy, I sometimes come of as cheesy, whatever just know that’s the real me…believe me