Never once have I said I was a perfect man , friend , boyfriend ,
Nor gave the impression i'm no other then who I am ,
or wanna be
but you don't feel me or
understand my
type of being ... you
constantly
disturb my peace and at
times i feel i don't
exist
I smoke and sip , flipping reality
all pissed and shit
cause you don't see it
like I see it ,
bitch the picture vivid .
life isn't ,
But how you live it
the sky isn't the only limit and
if it isn't .
what's more to this life and my existence
point of living , life is limited
in these trenches , way of living
glorifying my sins lord I need
forgiveness .
I'm dead amongst
the living
I'm superstitious , grim reaping
love is my only
weakness .
Hate is love , love is hate . weird
shit ,
I'm twisted I'mm a demon perspective
differences ,
hate and malice love humbles my evil spirit .
I'm different
heaven is at the core ,
deep within the earth surfaces
hell is the topic ,
malvado , ( evil ) mi tipo de amor ( my type of love ) is solid .
Blm ( Black Lives Matter )
where I come from we violent , yet ammunition drugs the government provide us , divide us ,
Broadcast death violence corrupt and pollute are minds and environment
metamorphosis , it's on
the horizon .
If not then the concept of change
has been
compromised .
my rage and your rage , if we came together we be
thick has forest fire .

Cicatrize de amor




























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