Ain't from the streets of Compton Ain't from no prison yard Ain't got no guns or weapons Hell, nigga, I ain't hard I'd rather help than fight you I'd
No I'm fine. I've lived so far my life in vain. Ah! I've lived so far my life I'm tired. The only power carve a flank. Don't tell me I'm tempted. Sign
i saw a plane spiraling toward a city i knew was already dead. so i watched the flames rip the screams out of those heads, boiling and bubbling the way
Inside old house behind closet doors they form single file lines. I will not dedicate a day to a lifesize nativity scene nor will my passer by notice
a mask we all wear, a latex curtain stare, the flesh in rhythm through the window, skin slapping bare as the wind blows.. her makeup face is hollow with
this is where it starts, when we all just fall apart, a hole in my head widens, my brain is drying up, where it shows, everyone can see it but no one
In his nightmare, black rain fell and clogged their first kiss. Now suffocating, she dies in his arms. Now their love is a floating ghost, as she turns
Lately I've been thinking that I cleared a whole side of my room for you. Because your presence should be framed when your visits arrive. They are white
remember the time they followed a safe distance. it was a safe distance, and the beating never stopped. the beaten, the barren, the prosperous, the people
shut your fucking mouth. tradition does not seem to be working because of its mechanical tone its one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense
...In the back of my head I saw a knife dangling from your face...
I am a prisoner in a war of idiots. The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow. Choke the throat of passion and sorrow.
how can you stay focused? how can you see straight? when your world is seen through a happy rose tint. i don't think i feel comfortable with your heavy
white laced promises keep suspicion from crawling, their blatant disillusion teases my mind. its raining shamelessly but its not helping the time slow
i peel back the lips, rip out my hair and nails, pull my skin off in strips, and shatter my teeth... split the eyes one by one, cut off the fingers, remove
It seems to be cold in here, inside the empty head of you. The end of you. When you speak, your pink, pink pout spouts out poison, and without a doubt
i demand you all in my attention. i say what i want, i want a standing ovation at my funeral. for miles to be seen, from beyond the limousines and laughter
Last week I could not believe what I would see the tears rolled down softly. Nudged down the stairs oh so sadly. We could steal the truth to never be
