Perfect State of Mind

Its only when Im feeling like this I can diss my enemies though there’s really not many but theres plenty that I love that’s the way I think when Im high above the clouds surrounded by the trees in Kenya and Tanzania South Africa Bora Bora I don’t read the Torrah cuz I cant real Hebrew wish I could but Im a foo fo you cuz you a foo fo me smoke that tree smile with glee make some tea put in a little bit of honey smash your face in the glass press and let go of the gasoline I ruptured my spleen that’s a lie I aint positive yet for the test of mononucleosis DO I have rabies? Wanna have babies? Clay Aiken cookin me some bacon, I dig to you a hole that’s true of value I smell leaves in trees I got mad steeze and a little but of mac and cheese with a little parm on the pasta I am the rasta masta jam on das da way we roll a mole pick up some cole from santa clause I am hungry bring my some bras so I can fill em up with mucnhies and smunchie those chips and dip or I just go and break ya hip ill do a flip dip around and trip clip a paperclip to my shoe I blow on by you and yo crew

Being Selfish? (Jess)

It is crazy when ish hits the fan
spill it on a dish with liquid soap scrub it
lowlife wants to know my life
but I aint gonna share to you, my strife
cut it stab it stir it up with a knife
all I wanna do is destressify
complicating my mind is what i try
to avoid i spill the milk on the table
clean it up dont label me
im just sitting trying to stay low key
feeling good bustin round
keepin my head up not down
dont let it drown to the bottom of the sea
if you wanna bother me dont bother you should let me be
alone or social
stone face or emotional
stressed is a component
of my life as of now you know it
i grow up more and more everyday
i lose a breath as a get on my way
to where ill end up I dont know as of now
sitting on a cloud looking down and around
at all the world and other beings living
wishing i could of done that and forgiven
those that i held a grudge to
but now i know its stupid to do
that and hit my head with wack thoughts
like blood clots they fill up hit me like a rock
tick tock goes the clock i sit up or lay in bed
resting up my dreary head
waiting for the day to begin
washing off my feet of sins
knowing that im so damn lucky
to be livin in this world with minimal struggle
apposed to those who have it worse than me almost double
living in a shack full of straw and mud
while im complainin of the noise upstairs hear a loud thud
i should be more greatful for what i got
how do i show that without lookin self distraught
hopefully someday i can repay all the selfish things ive done
to hurt anyone like a bullet in a gun shot through the heart down
searching for that last breath to keep me on the ground.