OBLIGATION

My only real obligation is too my mother. The ego of some of these people though. I know so many of you think this shit is about you. I wonder why you think it’s about you. Why because we fuck or fucked or you think I still care about your fucking ass you fucking fuck. I am not going to apologize for squeezing the word fuck so many times into one sentence but I just don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck what you got. I don’t give a fuck what you want. I am obligated to my own agenda. I bet you think it’s all about you? We HATE on each other FAM. We are traveling through some cautious times. Respect is being lost and my suggestion is you should be careful who and what you trust in because we are looking around for each other and no one is really around. It’s a GOD DAMN shame but I am not here to judge.  I worry about the individual because at the end of night it’s all we really have. Those that can stand on their own feet and balance life will survive. Fucking excuses for why you are so selfish I don’t want to hear that shit. The opening for best friend in the whole wide world has been open in my heart for so long as I toss it around to junkies and the soulless. They don’t deserve it. You better get it together quick FAM it’s lonely when you are a selfish asshole because death is our only guarantee. I would think life would have taught you a few lessons but you are ignorant to it all and make excuses twisting your own perception.  We don’t believe you. You think you are real good. I wish you the best but this really isn’t about those that want it to be about them. Open your eyes FAM before it’s too late. My only real obligation is to my mother and that’s based on love and you better hope you made an impact in your life you and that same someone has that same obligation towards you. I hope you find something that’s based on love underneath the things you collect. My trophies are my words and I am only obligated to live by them. Those demons you hold on to are going to eat you alive. A bitter heart means an empty soul. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your vibe.  

Fucking With My Soul

I guess I say a little too much every now and then. I guess my weakness is I communicate versus hide it all. I am an open book and yeah I put it all out there for your enjoyment. Every moment well I guess that makes me the ring leader of this circus. They are sucking the creativity right out my soul from the tap like fucking vampires. They make me miserable and they are trying to program my put they bullshit chip in my brain. Yes, I volunteered for this a censored strip right over my mouth and they probably think they are winning. They think they know what to expect. Maybe I am giving everyone way too much credit but at I know now that they hate me. I can feel your words by the fucking vibe every time I walk in the room. I have the satisfaction of knowing that all you motherfuckers fear me because you know my history. I can put the devil's thoughts back my head meaning I can come up with something evil. The crazy part is the shit has never left my heart.  It eats away at me and it's killing me. I am not ready to die so you have to understand it's either me or you and I hope you are reading this. The scary part is I don't have to revert to my old ways because I know more now. Guess I am learning all my lessons for the entire world to see. My body fits your cooperate image my soul scream and I want to FUCK IT ALL. So I guess I need to be a little quieter. My silence can be deadly. You should be worried that I am writing again. You should be worried that I am making some fucking noise.