How the fuck,
did I go from throwin' fits over losin a sandlot game to
a raging asshole alcoholic misanthrope.
Since 2010 been on a downward slope
ever since that day
October Fourth.
Fuck Folkk Nation.
Fuck all these dumbasses gangbangin',
I'm lookin' in this brown bag for inspiration!
Ever since that one girl broke my heart, Fuck dating.
Broke that rule once now I'm sitting here in my chair contemplating on whether or not to put a bullet in my head and start praying to Satan. Fuck it.
I threw on some porn and started masturbating.
Honestly, I never really gave a care.
Cept when it comes to fights
When I came to fights
I came prepared
with an
automatic knife that's a
switchblade to y'all posuers.
It seems to me,
that when it comes to murdering I do it logically like
I was born with a college degree in slaughtering my enemies.
I don't consider myeslf violent. I just get the job done.
Don't blame my parents. They tried to raise me as a good son.
Nowadays though, I don't even do drugs for fun.
It's not a party when you're a party of one.
Drinking on your lonesome aligns with the disease of alcoholism.
Shit, god damn, fuck, son ova bitch.
I'll come to school with a hangover
and some vomit on my lip.
That is not a normal wardrobe for a 14 year old.
I hate it. When did becoming a bad kid become
the same as becoming cool?
Sagging our jeans, smokin' a blunt, sippin' on a drink, beatin up a cunt.
That sounds like the life of the Fool.
Sounds like half the people in our generation are tools.
And through this recitation I hope to reach you.
Ugh, screw it. You're unreachable, fucking lost.
I'm not responsible, I don't claim to be a boss.
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I stopped after this.
