Tilt (FTW)

Here is the first song for my rap project...not finished yet.

Four pounds of power in my pocket

Pretending to be knowledge

Far from college in an office building

Blaming every soul for this misinterpretation of a body

Fuckin faggot fakers

Flyin kites overhead

Tied to a list of regrets

Fishing for dead thoughts

With red snot staining my keds

I wish that a wish was real so I

Could explain to these bums

How they really feel

A barrel full of limbs just smellin

Like a fist full of skin

Ready set go

On ya mark too slow

Panting from the little light show

Presperation, hesitation, read the statement

After I bled the waitress

She said the same shit

I cant believe this

I need to releive this

My physical form is stuck to the door

Your face is the floor

So ill step on you til you believe this

One, two , three, four

Countin’ the shells as they kiss the morgue

So fear this shit

Cause tonight will cut you down to

The fuckin core.

Physical temperament filled by

The injections of a whippet rip

Shaking like the cornered cat ready

To take his nine lives and walk away

Everyone is just a stray from the

Everyday analysis of this rage

I will go back in time and

Fight back the urge to feel bad

For spittin this rhyme at you

Like I meant to

I hope it burns through

The madness and encourages The sadness

fall back off this mattress

cause you don’t mean a lick to me

you were nothin but a dick to me

wouldn’t piss on you to put you out

cause we both know you wouldn’t even sizzle

Pace yourself.

Sometimes you gotta just let things happen. Everything you believe in says you should stay away, but if you open up your eyes and see everything as it really is you could find your way home. Thats where you want to be, thats where you should be in the end. We are back where we were before. Lets make this last this time.

I'm still here, I'm still here.

Every fiber in my being...

Wants to know.

Take that Hillary!

I was only trying to get ahead.

Things have been so crazy and hectic, I should've gotten back by now, but you know how much I wanted to make it, its probably better anyhow, so if you gotta go if theres anything I should know if the spotlight makes you nervous, if you're looking for a purpose, you put the tea in the kettle and light it put your hand on the metal and feel it, but do you even feel it anymore?

If theres anyway I can help...

Wishfully, Hopelessly, Endlessly

If you only knew.

Colour

Pressure

As a young man I learned that if you hurt somebody they'll leave you alone... good guys do finish last. When I try to leave everybody alone and do my own thing everybody just wanted to hurt me, until one day I decided well I've had enough of this picking and I went upstairs and I took a bar which the clothes used to hang on in the closet, and I went back downstairs and there were like six young men still figuring they were gonna mess with my head and uh... we went to war... to their surprise I was no longer taking the beating I was giving it.

He had a constitution of a fucking bull...