Not the Same
• Written by Anti
yo when i was little
i didnt dream like the normal childen
and if they heard me speak,
they said jeesus this kid is trippin
mom musta smoked weeed
when she was pregnant wit'em
must have adhd
doc aint write prescreptions
what this boy needs is a
holy visit and repentance
dip'em in a creek so
at least then hes a christian
dont ever repeat
what you see in his notebook written
don't ever peek
in his room if hes locked within it
you dont wanna see
what hes doin you cannot prevent it
those were my teens,
now im 23 so whats the difference,
i only ever drink
shots of vodka to rock my liver,
youll never hear of me,
slackin off i am not a quitter
if the bet's against me,
stack the odds,
life's a competition,
the reptile in me,
adapts my flaws,
like im part chamelion
im blessed to just be me,
but i come off ,
like im self centered
i guess they can eat
a dick and balls,
substitue for dinner,
the best thing for me's
to witness yall,
struggle to admit it,
yesterday the shrink,
called this shit,
a fucked up new condition,
and yet somehow i think,
im just the shit,
an all of you are different.
im the missing link,
in this shit,
a fuckin new addition.
test me and I think,
you forget,
the human definition,
best you just remain,
in your place,
don't overstep your limits,
less you somehow think,
your prepared ,
to face obliteration,
I'm the best they say,
I don't repeat,
I just fuckin listen,
my efficiency ,
is bitcchin,
but i just cant fuckin keep on
fuckin spittin
i left nowhere to fucking breath at in this written
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Anti
Member since December 21 2017