Negro pl0x

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I see me, writing on this paper,
Prayin for some savior,
Wishin to intake her and save her,
In a world so, so godless, and thoughtless
I don’t know how we wrought this
All the love that you brought us…
It feels like I’m killing myself
Just wheeling myself,
Just to pray for some help.
I’d give it all just to have,
Have your eternity,
Cause it’s all that assures me,
It’s worth all that hurts me.

No more

All you poets who think you can rhyme
have something wrong in your chemical design
And before you decide to go ahead and spit
Here, just stuff your mouth with my fat dick
Stroke it down and up, and be sure to lick
Be sure to kiss,
Yea bitch, kiss it with passion
Make this blowjob the new fucking fashion.
And remember “Fuck, Fuck you, and Fuck you too”
Freaking out like those fucking critters at the zoo
Yea that’s how far I’ll take it
Just to see your girlfriend naked
And your sister, and your fucking mother
You god damn fucking motha fucker
Hitting the blunt while hitting behind
Twist you around, your brain is mine

To you

To he who has built towers high
Upon scores and swells of lies,
Lo, I had asked of you to pull the plank from your eye
And for so great a time, you have denied.
Now the hands have met, your time was surely spent
You’ve grieved and wept, all of your laments
But failed to atone, so the lies have grown—
Straight to your bone. Callous and Cold.

To you that profits from greif
Who has manifested greed, through the deceased,
I whispered to you in the wind, yet you have just teased
You denied my words, ‘cause they’ve made you freeze
You’ve been lifting the corrupt up off their knees
But now you shall fall, come down with this disease
All has been said, you’ve already been marked
But yours is far from the start;

Weekend

3 day weekend yay wewt 3 cheers yay Anyways… Plotting it out. Help me.

lexiliu:

p.s. will- good luck on your piss test today!

w/e

Ashes drift away in the many winds that sway by, The ultimate river carving out an eternal path Something of lost salvation, yet a utopia in itself. Crafted by faux signatures of forgotten renegades. The cruelty we cast upon ourselves, and shameful tendencies Through the lyricists of today, and the radio frequencies Exploits the common man as a judge, who can’t be judged A shadow who has no light, just a tempered voice Accompanied by a callous demeanor, made of wax