This life isn't permanent, and I'm not really focusing my relevance, who are you trying to convince to help me with this...nasty predicament, CAN YOU QUIT IT BITCH. Are you telling me, this is really it. HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO VENT. WHEN YOUR OWN VOICE HAS A CONSIQUENCE. THAT WILL NOT STOP MY VOICE WITHIN. SO, PUT ME TO DEATH. IF YOU WANT THIS TO END. THAT DOSE NOT MEAN THAT YOU WILL WIN. So don't test me, you won't best thee. Who are you to step to me, when my dicks bigger than your whole self esteem. THATS JUST, MY PHILOSOPHY. maybe than, you can try to see, What drives me to the brink. Take a look it's common sense, with a big slice of traumatic shit. I Don't Stop When The Bomb Hits. I focus on my bong rips. And then maybe we can focus on the problem. I won't solve them. But I will show you, how to evolve from. All the stuff that is happening, casually gradually. I'll make sure you're not the next travesty. " How Do I Know?Well It Happened To Me" talk about that shit, called PTSD. And no, it does not define me. But I do talk rated 18. So FUCKING STAY AWAY IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SANITY. ILL MAKE YOU RUN THROUGH THE ROAD LIKE AN OLD DETROIT TRAGEDY. ILL LEAVE YOU ON THE FLOOR, WONDERING. HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN TO WE? LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME HOW YOU COULD HAVE APATHY. FOR ANOTHER HUMAN MOUTH TO FEED. THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU, BUT ME!
