ill thoughts

My life is like a complicated mathematical puzzle, for real. Seen death twice, it's an ugly motherfucker man. But you conversate with him when you suffering. He said, “Let go of the pain, you’ll never rock the mic again. Your choice, slug to the brain or 20 Vicodin”. I kinda likened it to Ortho Tri-Cyclen. Disturbing the natural cycles of life and it’s trifling. Fuck what you heard, less money more problems. 4 years removed from the game with no album. I put the gun to my brain, but first I wrote a note to explain. Put the Luger in my head, and these are the words that I said… Sure as kingdoms rise, the same kingdoms will surely fall. And wash away like memories, as if they weren’t there at all. Like broken limbs of trees that’s lost its leaves to Winter’s wind. Spring will come again.. Live.

"With a circle on the floor he compels them to be pure. Pulls the beast out of his heart then impales it on a sword. Writes a prayer on some paper and then he nails it to the door. Just the good of you may enter by the mercy of the Lord. Listen not to what he speaks, that's been the cursing of his cause. A seduction of his senses by the devils he adores. The unholy has him hostage and his soul is now at war. Follow not his secret knowledge it will bring you no reward. Shun him while in public, disallow him from your stores. Have no part in his affairs 'less his pestilence be yours. Make scoundrels of the righteous and virgins into whores. But we must still pray that his colour will be cured. "