The school I go to .
The weak bitches who go there and think they cute .
The lame ass niggas who think they got gamee .
The principals who think they're gods .
The teachers who think they're jesus .
Everything that lurks in that fucking cave .
I'm turning into a asshole each and everyday .
Slowlyy but surely .
All that niceness is peeling from my eyelids .
I'm so tired of being nice .
You know what being nice gets you ?
Used and fucking abusedd .
Nothing is going my fucking way in life right now .
My own family pisses me off with unlogical reasoning and stupid bullshit .
I don't know who to run to .
I feel alone , tied down to some fucking train tracks .
I'm just gonna listen to music , do my schoolwork and fuck around at Pizza Hut .
I don't really wanna talk to anybodyy .
Unless you are worthy of being spoken to .
I don't wanna talk about nothing on here .
Just text me or somethingg .
And if I wanna talk to youu , ill reply .
If I don't , oh fucking well .
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
