Four word sentence

I break the hearts of many

I search for every dime, every penny

And in the ending, I feel like a joke

I take a toke, A couple smokes

Burning so loud, pray I don't choke

Marijuana's the only answer

Had a question, Now its the answered

Finding myself inside this cancer

Its the panther, and I'm the prey

Look through this book, telling me Jesus is the way

And all I gotta do is pray, This one prayer

I usually just take aspirin like bayer

And through and through every layer

I find myself more and more

Look at my watch

If time was a game, I'd know the score

 

My side is pierced, My hands are bleeding

Its all a result of the reading

This Bible on my dresser describes this shit so easily

Damn, They fucking beat the dude

How the fuck they kill a man, that seemed to kill the truth

How the fuck i'm in his plan, If i'm the truth

I'm the proof, I'm the embodiment of the youth

I'm the counter top pills of the group

I'm the slave, I'm the slave driver

I'm the stoner, I'm the stone fire

I'm hard as shit, I'm angry as fuck

I kill these beats when i'm about to erupt

My hands are dirty, I'm a fucking sinner

My heart is dirty, its the fucking center

Of my body so i'm done

Can't ride this fucking roller coaster, it ain't fun

 

Seem to break down when I write

Seem to break every light like its night

Seem to say i'm okay when i'm not alright

They seem to just say "ight"

I'll fucking kill it I swear

Breaking down every wall with this damn chair

Shooting my whole damn body with despair

I'm depressed, I know, I need help

I'd break these chains if I could get out of hell

But my mind is tired, My body is weak

My souls' being devoured now as we speak

And the sad part is, I don't even know what I am

Don't know if i'm a fan of this life

If i'm ready for the fight

If I could live in the damn light

Its so dark in my mind, and there its so bright

 

I'm a demon, I'm the way of darkness

I'm just driving through this sea of pardens

The cars here don't sound so cool

They sound all blank and they sound so cruel

Like the scream of a child when they're scared

Voices of fear are all i hear

Not sure if I can bare

Not sure if I can stare right into the face of the devil

And live to tell the story of how I became his rebel

The whole world would revel

But I don't want the fame

I don't want the glory

I don't want people to know my story

I don't want the world to know my gory battle fiction

The story of a soul inflicted

I want to be alone in my mischief

 

Glad tidings of joy are a religion

The church is full of christians

The Hypocrites that lay awake

Kill every soul just for sake

Why they crush the dreams of young kids

Telling them they miight understand when they grow up

Now the preachers kid is throwing up

He's a rebel, a man of his word

A silent storm, a voice to be heard

He parties every night with his friends

Coming home drunk once again

His mom awake on the couch

She been awake since he snuck out

Wondering what he's doing

He's a pill junkie, A real punkhead

Hanging with the killers and the drunk heads.

 

He drowns his body with liquer just to feel remorse

Smoke 4 grams of weed just to feel on course

His body looks old and wrinkly

His mind is drowned in the concept of pulling away

He walks around all day

Maybe he can find a place

Where he won't need these pills

The Marijuanas only giving him chills

The drinks don't work and they just seem to spill

Every emotion he has

He takes a drink, takes a dab

of the lyrics on his pad

He finds relief in the music

He can't find another way to do it

He's missing one thing, one passive reaction

One note of a song, one pass to disaster

 

He's missing a past of compassion

The pastors contraption

His fathers love and acceptance

He's missing the world to him it seems

The only part of life he feels thats worth more than his schemes

He's never heard a four letter sentence

It starts with "I" and ends with "U"

Its the same old tune

The same old song that most kids hear

The same old sentence that kills fear

Its a trust he isn't accustomed too

The reason he's been searching for the one like they

re two

Its a simple sentence

"I'm proud of you"