Should of known I was getting shunned though love is transparent, fuck is the sense of peeping through it? At times it feels like I needed the abuse. Gorgeous views me as a needle proof fiend being addictive. Contagious if you will, A drifter that lives in a large maze. mentally gone from all wounds rather it was self inflicted or brought on by someone else, Picturing days when bitches wouldn't give me a "hey" or flippin' the page, with no time or day. Just to sit with the days I visit to get some inspira-I'm used to the tion(shun), 2nd nature Heaven at night makes it so I can't really escape the moon I was shunned to. Log on, so I can get my blog on. My truth is lonely cause I speak the Doggone lonely loner things.I'm starting to turn to a loner, followed by loners people who get publicly abused then apologize. Far from who the fuck I am.
I feel like I was the Outcast, no friends more so friends turned Fam.No window of escape from my zone-age,I finally gravitated to the music that I made & enjoy listening to. I wonder if anyone was glad I made it, I befriended her during her time of feeling she couldnt hold a relationship.I never seen myself as a star, I'm the Moon.I was too scared to melt her from afar but things was cool, our friendship made her talk down about me. Hurt me like as I was the loser in school not to be confused, she wrote down her favorite songs of mine in mind. I guess it was to be strong in mind, her insecurity reflected mine.I dont respect her, why? The bond was never real. Just fabricated lies turned truth? or truth turned lies?
Sometimes I think peep's on my heels...But nah, people uses my songs to heal. Which makes me strong as steel,Why in the fuck would I need mainstream appeal to whack niggas & fake bitches?
The chick said I was too fat,I was to scared to admit I wasnt and that I honestly havent ate much. Her father was a staple in her life a lot of foundation of her sanity I would've guessed,And her mother's a subject that she don't bother with
Not a virgin, but not proud. After the nigga came, she was knocked down or needed to talk down on someone. So she visits my blog to see what I say that parallels between her life and my life, Just to assume things I'm not doing or am doing. Maybe, even who I'm doing. Makes me wish that I could take all of my readers and associate to orbit, Where we can hawk loogies and spit in niggas' faces. Then play the biggest of Asteroid in life, Forget the days we missed, feigned guiltiness. The game isn't as dope as it looks, its dope. Lookin' for more dopes to get hooked, Before you cross-over I just hope that you look at the words that I wrote on this blog. Then go in to the mirror an stare at yourself and realize deeply something, no matter what it is. An quit with the bullshit I dont talk shit about you, nor engage or indulge you in it.
Somebody I was talking to one day. said that "because all the shit that i been goin' through in reference to women, ain't never gonna have no content heart/relationship. kinda."..whatever that's the biggest piece of bullshit, that I've ever heard in my life. I don't know how many times I'm going to say it, I don't be doin' this shit so I can fuck every woman in the world, and not give one my heart or all of me. Even if i have 5 fans, and i save 5 lives. Or help someone realize their life may be simply better than my own, or someone out there who goes through the same to show. There is light at the end of whatever tunnel your in...That's what's most important to me
You can't tell me these people don't exist. You can't tell me that, these are fuckin' wanna be cool cats, who do not feel the same way as I. Disguising themselves as fake niggas/bitches, Just so they can fuck with my head. I know music has saved lives and I know I'm trying changing the world in a little way, You can sick my duck if you think otherwise.
Sincere Ray, I'm done...Nigga By the way I ain't never done. Keep on doin' this shit, whatever it may be as long as I live....
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