slops

I moved away to south la where my heart was in the i.e.

I'm working just to get by with activities maybe if I'm lucky

waiting for the weekends anticipation deprivation

lonely stoney balogna quit smoking elevating too much deteriorating

luck is a roll of dice twist of faith destiny either way cherish what you see

not a care in the world but serious as ill ever be

never stay negative positives the motivation but I'm not always better than me

last day skating home graduated continuation wheel fell off my board

day before pictures got my first hickey luck was never for me

so i flaunt it nostalgic and aiming high pretty blunt always staring at the sky

roaming old homes 19 in total 19 years old so riposte car repossessed

nomad longing acceptance

i can jump hop skip from finger to finger pointing at how many questions

were answered time is the tale i squeezed and wobbled now I'm so humble

spoke to god and communicated most say I'm a tripper just tip of iceberg

started up the car before it broke again holes in my shoes skatepark lurker

moving on with my life like an earthquake strangling for definition i refuse to

stop until he has a ceisher and shakes my temperamental flare

bad side count double dare loosey goosey hate when people stare

that time over and over music got slower and slower

exposing my gaps and my holes happy kid torn apart no shelter or an ark

get over it while you're young god says its all I've known over this just begun

killer lier and a thief associated with all three thats not me not shy just oblique

advanced calculations planned life I'm living just to go back

birth given this sixth sense maybe thats why I'm so tense I'm going forward

and never looking back if it resurfaces ill attack over the whack thats a fact

same old same old pushing what I'm told time microscopic hold

these drugs only increased what I've always seen cerebral palsy

kids learn something open up the dictionary young age tired and weary

you think I'm gonna stop i gotta keep busy apocalyptic insanity remaining

still is a test for me but when i am mixed emotions like abortion

nobody wants one but every woman should have the right to have one

please if you love me baby argue with me before me or you go over

this balcony I'm on edge metaphor credit cards powdered white and i can't

find the syringe like taking a bubble bath in acidic liquid breathing laughing gas

should have died but given the pass soul surfing low life high tide for reasons

being I'm in the water and i won't come out or at least ever alive I'm MIA

remember me or don't bye bye any personal conversation I've ever had

that person listened to my testament and they know it