Badda Bing yo's

Maybe this is really the perfect drug
Until the high ends, then you constantly chug
Single handedly trying keeping yourself intox
I never was one that liked many locks
Cuz you don't know what it's like to live this way
...shit its just hard to get through each and every day

This drug is different, you have to understand
The side effects are miniscule, but it ain't bland
The high keeps you going, as you have more and more
Keeping you going, until your ass hits the floor
The rush is amazing, take my word on this
It's like nothing that you will experience
The crazy thing about it is that it's got many forms
Not limited to a single thing, it constantly deforms
Reforming into something totally new
You will be shocked at how it can't live without you

This drug is like candy, there are many kinds
From one to another, you will definitely find
That there is something for everyone out there
So don't feel alone, just grab it by the bare
-El, you see, it's great, isn't it
I told you, you can't get over this shit
Once you've tried it you are definitely hooked
It's the kinda shit that will get you shook
Shaking at the knees, if that's really your thing
Some people like to dance, or even sing
This drug isn't exactly a narcotic one
But it will get you addicted, like Steve O, son

You see, this drug I'm talking about isn't exactly tangible
But it's got more rep than Michaelangelo
It's something that you gotta feel, or simple imagine
Hear it through your skull, take the time to envision
People spend years, trying to perfect it
But most just get one or two legit hits
The kids, always gobbling up those lines
Thinking that if they spend enough time
They can one day too, be on the top of this game
Cuz this drug is MUSIC. and my rhyme was quite lame

Shit Gone Wrong

Feeling like he was never really quite with anyone
Never meant to be chillin or posting with no one
Just meant to be that one person who
Never quite finds anyone, not a single crew
Just that single loner, left out to dry
Never again, would he let the time fly.
Let shit get away, let people leave
For he needs to feel, like he can be
That he could be himself, around whoever he pleases
No one left, to even try to ease his
Abysmal past that always arises
Again and again, it really shouldn't surprise.

He tries and he tries, but nothing will change
He's just that person, that's just too lame
Can never find a group, or scene to follow
It's his kryptonite, it's what makes him hollow
He yearns and he yearns just to feel complete
But the shit he does, prevents him from sleep
Keeping him awake, from dusk til dawn
Constantly thinking, what the fuck's going on
Never again will he attempt
To try and make himself content
With his life, or even anything else at all
It's a tall order, even for Biggie Smalls
It's the kinda shit that most people handle
But for this person, not even the candle-
Light glowing off over in the distance
Can distract him long enough, to keep his existence
He pushes and pushes until the end is near
And life pushes back, farther than it appears.
He's all alone now, shit took too long
For him to get around to finding what calms....him

And that's what it is, don't even try to understand
This person is merely a mirage in this rant
I'm speaking for this person, as if he were real
He's merely just a figment, of me, you feel?
I speak for this person, because I'm afraid
To reveal me for who I am, don't make me beg
I don't want anyone to know, who exactly this is
That I've been speaking of, to all of these kids
These toddlers reading about me, trying to break me down
As if I'm some lab rat, an experiment gone wrong

Top 5 Albums IMO in no order whatsoever

At The Drive In: Relationship of Command
Thursday: Full Collapse
Far: Water & Solutions
Poison The Well: The Opposite of December
Rise Against: The Sufferer and the Witness

Update

So this may end up becoming a place where i just dump a bunch of stuff I write in my spare time....ya.

Who's To Fuckin Blame Now??

We are constantly looking for who's at fault
No matter the circumstances, it's always the first thought
It sticks in our minds, for all eternity
We will not rest, until there's certainty
We are too insecure to simply let things be
Pushing ourselves to self destruction, just to see
What we feel is the 'truth' to what went on
Whether it's suicide, or blew up by a bomb
It's the one weakness that we all have
It's the slit of a wrist; a gut that's been stabbed
It's the stress your life, that leads to your demise
Preventing you from making decisions that are wise
It's what will bring you down, all the way to the end
No matter what you do, to your death, it will send

Just Whatev

It gets cold, sittin in this dark place
So bleak that his heart, it starts to race
No one around, not even his conscious
Abandoned again, it seems that he lost his
Way to get through shit, no matter what it was
Him alone, it really doesn't matter cuz
No one truly was there beside
For all those times, they refused to reside
For even a day, just exist in his life
To give some meaning for that dull knife.

He begins to think back, to all those past times
Those piercing lies, come back to cut ties
Completely fuck him over, it seems too real
The incadescent glow becomes surreal
Is that really something there, off in the distance?
Or just another clone, to shake his stance
To get him to think a different way
Before he can say, its too late, to change
And then he's here again, caught in this passing room
It seems it's his home, forever doomed.

People come and go, leaving him here
This time no different, a familiar fear
Unsure of what's next, what he should do
Move on from this point, or look back on the few
Good times he spent, with whoever was last
Whoever was left, from the abysmal class
Those people were liars, they have all been the same
Not a single different one, to calm his fuckin lame
Attitude that never ever seems to fuckin rest
It peaks and peaks with those high up crests
Those mountains of fear and melancholy lows
Not a single one left, to help with his woes.

This dull knife is the only friend he's had
Through thick and thin, through the good times and bad
Yet ironically enough, the knife is quite different
As he stays the same, the knife's blade grows spent
It's seen better days, back when it was still sharp
Back when he had hope, before they did depart
And now it's left here with him
To attempt to help him fulfill this sin
Continue to cut at all the shackles he has
Holding him back, they are preventing his pass
Into a better place, much more different than here
With people who stay, without people who fear.

This single knife, it's all he's ever had
To help him cope, through the pain he'd glad
-Ly move on from this point in his life
The knife itself, can't end the strife
But he doesn't care, he reaches and grasps
Holding it close, pressing against his abs
Like a samauri, he attempts to rip
Away at his flesh, he losses his grip
Not able to finish what he desires to start
Not able to stop...the beating of his heart..

Frozen Wasteland

Wandering around in this frozen wasteland
Nothing around, I can hardly see
Constant snowfall, going on for months
It's like the Ice Age with this endless blizzard.
Trees stripped bare of all their leaves
Little to no life, surrounding me
It's been tough enough to navigate
Little to no light makes it nearly impossible.
Yet, there's an eerie glow off in the distance
I struggle, but eventually make it
There's a town nearby, I'm finally safe
Walking through, a creepy feeling makes its way through me
It's been abandoned; merely an organized wasteland
My trip isn't done, I must go on

Me Being Me

It's hard to understand what it's like to be me
I appear to sit around, and observe silently
Not realizing what exactly is my reason
For the shit i do, It's not like I'm the seasons
Being able to predict what will exactly happen
Whether it'll snow or the beach will be crackin'
But that shit ain't the purpose for what I'm about to say
These people don't know what it's like to live a day
In the shoes of a person who enjoys his grief
So listen real close, cuz imma make this brief

I enjoy self-loating and what not
It's just the way I am, so don't try and change me
The person I've become, is who to blame see
Constantly looking down on myself you see
For anything else is merely a bust
It's a waste of my time, if it doesn't make me blue
And black on the inside, it's merely who
I've become, it's the person that i love to hate
Bitches get off my back who don't appreciate
A little bit of depression can go a long way
To give you that edge, to make it through the day
What i am saying may seem quite hypocritical
For those who are alone please don't get spiritual
Cuz you see that's the difference between you and me
I enjoy this feeling, not having to worry

And now i will get to more of my point
The purpose of this speech that I did appoint
I don't care about whether or not im well liked
I don't give a fuck if you have to hit me with a spiked
Drink if you must, take advantage of me
So you can try to understand this person you see
In addition to self-loathing i enjoy a buzz
A rush if you must, from this simple drug
It's not like anything anyone has taken
It gives me the chills, it gets my heart achin'
Makes me feel on top of the fuckin world
Yet at the same time, i get a sense of this curled
Up person sitting up against a corner
Rockin back and forth, no i don't got a boner
This person is what i have become
Staying up late, cuz i can't get none
Can't catch them Z's, won't count those sheep
I was never one to listen to others speak
About different ways to try and get better
My life is ordinary, like some cheddar
Cheez won't you please get off my fuckin back
I don't need any help, and I never will
Cuz these feelings i get, they are my favorite thrill

And now lemme take the time to wind this down
I hope that you understand some of what i said
I was never one for being all that organized
Shit i can't even rhyme most the time
But that has never stopped me from being me
I enjoy this fucked up person that i've come to be
They call me Lost for short, and that's what i enjoy
Cuz it is who i am, it is what i am
I have no idea what exactly's going on
As i drift each day as if I'm at sea
So when you see me, please, don't say anything
About the way i act, or the shit i say
It's just me being me, enjoying my rush
Of this drug called manic, and this name of Lost