F'uck you Miss America
F'uck your f'ucking guns...
I wrote this poem a few years ago about this...
[It wouldn't let me post it anywhere else...
If playas gonna play you better not play me
Cause I'll kick your a** to the curb tell you how...
I can see what you see
Now can you see...
I was told to write a paper on how the celebrity...
you... yah.. the one with your ribs sticking out...
Life is like a vacuum, it sucks.
There isn’t much that you can do...
The war has been growing
For so many years...
Sick of this world, and everyone in it
your all so fake, get the hell out my face...
I Just want to run away
Runaway from today...
Be happy, d0nt w0rry
Life's n0t made f0r being s0rry...
G riding with pleasure
now locced up with pain...
I cant admit it
is easier to lie...