2002-02-21 | THE P. IS STILL FREE

i got jacked like kerouac, i know it sounds whacked, but it's nothing but another little slap

in the face, like mace sprayed by the cops at the fight against race, against race, against race, against racism against anything in the first place, but all i can see is a beautiful face, and it's hard for me to relate

it's a theory of relativity, but i struggle to find creativity, and i'm hoping you like to live with me, because i plan on staying 'til our state turns a hundred and fifty

i know it's not all sensible, but sometime's lifes incredible, you've got to take in all that's edible, and throw away what's unintelligible

i've got a streak of anger, but it usually gets washed away, with a single happy day, when all i can think of is how lucky i feel, and then i sleep it away, and wake up to another useless day, which is wasted away by a 7 to 4 work day, and until i'm retired, i'll never have a truly happy birthday, well maybe when i spend my first with you, i want to in the worst way

one of the worst days i've ever had was when i lost my second dad, although the first was never really there, i guess for that fact i'm glad, i got to know more about life, and i guess i learned a little how to treat my wife, but i'd like to think i taught alot to myself, and stopped myself from self appointing that knife as the ruler of the rest of my short life

and now i'm so full of it, i can't see where it will end, i'm so used to living the good life now, i don't care where the old me's been

i can't remember what happened back then, why dwell on a useless past, when everything in front of me is beautiful, i guess when i take a mental picture i make it last

- premature ejaculation | tantra +