A Poet Lie Down Near The Black Lake

I seem depressed

Bothered by the fact that I am, less than

The dolly that's sat in your corner, test-ing

The winds of truth

So dont you fucking, molest me

Some things are just better not bought

I'm just a kid inside here

Writing down these thoughts admissions

I peered inside the depths of life

While cooking steak in kitchens

You cannot cancel a person

Who don't believe in that shit

So when these faggots and these women

Try to pick at my hits

You have nothing in life to do

Go fucking slit out your wrists

I ripped my dick off, very sick

Then downed it through like a twig

I'm just so blinded

By the fact the way you see life persists

You're just so blinded

By the fact that I can spit out like this

I got the spot to piss in

All out while ya fucking missing

Then twist it deep

Inside of your and my spinal collision

I stuck the blade inside your throat

Then pressed it down low incision

But that's okay because I'm partly also

One of them jits

Who keeps this sound alive

In hopes that I could claw at ya wits

I bet your granny knits a bitch

Then quits the shit to submit

But still these days I live real deep

Inside your mind and it's hell

But now the game is fading

All around us here so I tell

I'm just, infatuated by

All things, given

(This way)

What is your name?

I'm the pope

Writing this shit out right now for you

Got no more questions

I'm minding my own for reminder

Of time passing zone by the way

Don't look back

Yeah I know, it's alone

But feeling that now

Only makes you the person

You always looked up to

And that is a fact

Ain't no lie about that

Ain't no lie about that

Yeah I know

But I got no way, still I'm coming back

Ain't no way I'm really here

Had a heart attack

Been a game, been the same

Really known, had to run a lap

Stuck in old ways

Bitch I brought it back

Now I'm bouta get it all

Like I'm picking that

Had a fucker really dip

Must been bad

Now I'm speeding up fast

Better call a cab

Gonna tower shit up tall

Try to take it down

Where you all now?

Nothing to say to y'all

Nothing to save ya

Nothing to say to y'all

Nothing to save ya

I got my options evolving

I'm crossed out deep for my profit

Touch the sky at the night

Defaulted back to the socket

I-I'd be that poet laying potions

Crossed so deep out the bind

So as I spoke to God

He split the earth

Then holstered the oceans divined