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early mornin annoyence, cant find my smokes,

a cig in the A.M. is like coffee for some folks

a joint in the evenin helps the blood start too flow

and a blunt in the P.M. makes me feel like a ghost

my brain starts too float, burnt up like toast

i smoke and i smoke till my brains like a roast,

thats what i love the most

my bodies a host, too many demons and ghost

that haunt me like the raven from Poe's plutonium coast

but i thrive like the roach

existing on smoke

tryin not too check in too that pest control mo.

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ProudLette
14:57 Jan 26 2011

sweetmas i like this

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i grew up on a horrible street where tears leaked and the meek got beat by motherfuckers quicker then thieves,

a disease too my family, my mom couldnt stand me and sadly she told me too my face it was a curse that she had me,

nothing but beatens and yellin, my whole chest cavity swellin and the threats for the tellin had my eyes puffy and wellin,

nothing but rainy days and hate for myself and my state, not knowing how much more i can take, waiting for change but it came too late,

my grandfather died when i was 17 years old and my family left me alone in a home that wasnt fit for a broken soul,

and that was my fate, a broken kid in a broke state (M.D.), with no cake and no way too relate,

in personal hell, so frail, thinkin bout my sister and my cousins while i was touchin myself,

you see my grandpop was a sick dude who's views were crude cuz he liked too fuck his daughters and watch theyre little ones screw

and after he died it took such a long time too find my mind and realize that somethin wasnt right at the time,

and when it all came back i broke down and hit the ground and i toss around from nightmares so bad it seems like its happening now,

so before you presume too think my attitude stinks take a little time too think about my traumatical links,

i got some things i cant speak and sometimes i cant sleep and i weep about things that happened on third street.



ghost

crumbling away inside,

a little more with each second that goes by,

minutes seem like hours and my days are eternities,

but i think i'll be ok if i can just learn too breath,

gotta make new beginnings, gotta find a fresh start,

its just a little hard too do with this aching in my heart,

but i wont let life come too a stand still, i wont let my foundations shake,

the first time i approached life i had my eyes closed, this time i'm wide awake



ghost