2001-10-07 | PIMP BOT 5000 SAYS: "that's generic sucka. one of my hoes could do bettah then that. how bout i cut you?"

i hope i didn't write this one on here before. it sounds familiar. but it's in my "didn't write in diary yet" pile. it says i wrote it on mar. 3rd 1998, at 3:02 in the morning. I was probably listening to am talk radio wishing i didn't live where i lived anymore.

"ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE"

i chose to dive into this life without you

yet you still refuse to let me win

and though i still feel like a cloud inside you

it's time to elevate, so let's begin

it's time to blow away just like the wind

(chorus)you don't flow, you can't feel/you don't recognize who sit's behind the wheel/you can't drive/you don't feel/there's certain hands in life you have to deal

(you), yourself, might find out tomorrow

that everything you lived for was a lie

but if you lived through it

at least you live to say 'at least i tried'

don't waste another second wondering why

(chorus)

trapped in hell, living as a parasite

organisms live as men, growing to enormous heights

you can't say that i won't, you can't say that you might

trapped in hell, parasites, waste away in paradise

- premature ejaculation | tantra +