Mason Jar
• Written by LRNR
All of my stresses make me depressive
all of my mistakes i could address em
since i was 8 i wrote my own stories
dont dare to copy my page
i attained all off all my rage
since dave got killed at the district
always a misfit
i could see why they say i wasn’t even gifted
i lifted off rocket
awhile keeping some addys right in my pocket
i see the devil with my own sockets
i tried to block em the message was nulled
now dont get involved refused to be alpo
pain in full heavy these lessons are deadly
losing some friends? I wasnt ready
i know that they envy and jealous
i want money to rain ion want no umbrellas
even if they coming with propellants and missiles
and them bullets burn hotter then thistle
, blowing shit louder then whistles
splitting the city right down the middle,
been destined since i was little to die
but before that time ima gain strife and apologies
im the peoples champ like apollo creed
i seen one too many give in to that fatal greed
what is love? Starting to think its make believe
or wore too much maybellene
As nothing is what it seems -
somebody bring the yellow tape
this poor man just tried to escape,
angst and anxiety on the case
“seems this was over a mental break”
they had doubts and thats why the suspects
were never found now welcome to this haunted house
i hope yall are really proud,
yall could of worshipped this wordsmith
who breaks bricks and has bars
instead his ashes right in that mason jar
for some reason
i wish it would give you a broken heart..
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LRNR
Member since July 24 2014