Stoned With Complications

NUMB

YOUR A BURDEN, A POISION I WANT TO LEAVE BEHIND.

CURSED IN THE WAY YOU STOP AND STARE DIRECTLY IN MY EYES.

I WANT TO END IT, NOT GET DRUNK, NOT GET HIGH.

BLOOD SPILL WITH A THRILL BETWEEN YOU AND I.

DO YOU FEEL HOW IT KILLS ONNA HILL? GIVES CHILLS.

YOU THINK IM TALKING ABOUT A GIRL,

IM TALKING TO THE NIGHTMARES THAT FEELS FOREAL.

IM SORRY TO KILL THE PARTY, BUT YOU HIDE FROM REALITY.

SWEAR TO GOD BUT DONT KNOW WHAT GOD MEANS... WHAT'S YOUR RELIGIOUS PLEA?

SWEAR TO GOD THAT LIFE IS A RAINBOW... WHAT COLOR DO YOU SEE?

I SEE RED IN MY HEAD, YOU SEE GREEN, COLORS DEAD.

MAMMA'S TRIPPIN, SHE'S ON  MEDS.

PASSIVE TENSION TORN TO THREADS.

YOU SEE WATER TURN TO ICE.

I SEE HOMELESS FIGHT FOR LIFE.

YOU SEE STARS SHINE SO BRIGHT.

Hush & Breath

It's a silent day when I'm wide awake.

Mind settled once feeling like I'm in outer space.

Thoughts flowing like a sunny day with ocean waves.

Body healed like im on a cloud that will never rain.

It's a silent day when I'm wide awake.

No need to worry about my destined fate.

No need for dozing off when staying up late.

No need for today's time nor today's date once it's a silent day when I'm wide awake.

Stoned With Complications

I've tried so hard.

I've tried to understand.

I've tried to realize.

I thought I had a plan.

I was convinced that taking a risk would make me a better man.

I was convinced that letting go would release it from my hands. 

I was convinced that being the best would one day rule the land.

I thought I had a plan.

A shame how the rain always come at the perfect time.

Makes me feel like I'm able to control it, what a brain of mine. 

Can't rest because hard work is always on my mind.

Hold up there's a malfunction, my screws are way too tight.

I'm against the violence but I have to fight everyday.

But staying sane is a hard expression to portray.

I look at the world differently, others underestimate.

They're punching down on me assuming that I'll slowly break. 

God do you have a plan or do I need a plan B?

I'm only human so I...

I Don't Understand America

The darkest part of living is when you die.

Tears just water, don't take it personal inside.

Birds crow, blood flow, truth beneath the cries.

Pity 9 eleven, so the weaker sources try.

Gone for years when you place hope in there helpless eyes. 

Bullets in your back because your hoodie looked criminalized. 

Work24/7 but struggle to keep on your lights.

Make you run dry, untill the day you die.

Inner Thoughts

Feeling numb.

Hard to take the finger off the trigger.

Want to run.

Go to a place where no one will ever come.

I'm feeling useless.

Tired  of just surviving with these excuses.

Blowing fuses.

Always wearing mask that I hate using.

They all come and go like true love or a lost soul.

So  cold like the Titanic going way down low.

Stuck the middle of the ocean and don't know where I'm going.

Slowly drowning as I start hearing the birds crowing.

Signs circling around telling me to stop holding.