Sunday, July 12, 2009

Rhyming around

Things are riding on my mind,
Well they are messing me up at the wrong time.
You gotta believe me when i say,
This things are way over my head.
Ain't have no place for this crap in my brain.

Am a fast rider and trash talker,
Well but here I am,
standing alone in this November rain,
Trying to find answers to the questions in my brain.

I don't know why I feel so low,
Just feels like my head recieved a blow.
Thinking of past viz is so clear,
Well I think the end is near.

I hope to finish this off soon,
Best day to do it will be on the full moon.
I don't think i will succeed in this,
Well atleast I will get to Rest in Peace.

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