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SpacemanTheJinn

With the Cheshire Grin

-3

Sippin on electrical, I think I’ll call it “STATIC”

Drinkin, depressed, and drivin, I’m thinkin I might just crash it

Shit may sound so drastic, but I spit in linguistic haz’id

This mental status meltin plastic, I guess I could say I had it

Poetic Polaroids, yes, I’m droolin like the baddest

Biggie wit the Eminem and Rick with that inspiration

The scars, I’m stitchin in

I’m learning, dealing, and listening

I’m teethin, bleedin, and speakin in wins

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-essed, i…guess?

depressed

a yes, a yes, a yes, a yes

“common sense” of self a mess?

I GUESS, I GUESS, I GUESS, i guess

feeling weak within the stress

i wanna die, i wan’ digress

FUCK THIS LIFE!, THIS LIFE IS STRESS!

“kill him, kill him, kill him”

i speak this peerin in the mirror

fuck this praise of “strength”, this shit is killer

Momma…(or…Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Ay, Momma, I’m stuck in drama

The trauma dun made me dumber

This mind is steady in flutter

Flummoxin like a motherfucker

Dyin inside…

Chokin on the blood inside…

I guess that must be why

I’m failing when it comes to tryin

No more whining with the “why, why, why”s

The real is just the picture

The picture is just a fixture

I angle the fixture with liquor

Adding it to the scripture

Fleshing it out with pictures

Padding it, make it thicker

It’s a neverending cycle

And I’m sharing it in flickers

Tryin to fill in the fissures

Ay, momma, I ain’t feelin like a victor

WILL YOU?

You’ll remember me

When you reminisce within your dreams

When you hear your friends, your family, askin bout me

When it makes you wanna me scream

When you really, truly, do want me

You’ll remember me

SEE?

You’ll remember me

When I ink or bleed into the scene

It’s all the same thing

I’m shining wit a darker different bling

I’m twitching wit a different blink

Spastic wit a different think

I️ might be something never seen

I’m dark like dirt, melanin that neat

My skin is all I️ see, yet it’s bleedin all on me

So, I️ write within my see

Fuck yo seat, it’s all on g

SEE…

You’ll remember me

From the couch, to the shower, to the sheets

Hittin every angle, every degree

And every scream

We drippin in cream

Not that Wu Tang mean

Somebody gon have to get in here and try to clean

We just a causing a scene

Something to record, something you can dream

You, me

All we can be

Neighbors gon call the police

UNDER

Under the influence of depression

I write with deep expression

Wit lead and pen, I’m flexin’

Gifted by trauma and stressin

I get my steps in

I’m lifted, I’m bangin within the moment

Know itI’m only drinkin, cuz I’m sinkin

And I’m metaphorically sinkin, cuz I’m stuck with all this thinkin

Plus, my balance has me blinkinSo, my crooked walkin?

Is cuz these thoughts, they stay knockin

And rockin, so I’m steady talkin

It gets me under fire and gives me the fire

It gets me higher

It’s the balance of a curse and a gift

It gives you rifts, it gives you lifts

Heart on my shoulder, bleedin my wrists

I ink this shit

GREED. CHICKEN. TREE.

I think we need greed, I think it balances out that need

I’m talkin bout pushin and pushin past when you bleed

It differs and shows difference when it comes to human breeds

It changes willingness to bleed

It changes how you wish to breathe

How and where you wish to breed

See, depending on need or greed you hittin on different speeds

Sometimes you swervin in the lanes, sometimes you hittin the fuckin trees

Distracted by the chicken in the street

That’s a metaphor, hope you get it, please

Learn from what you’ve seen

LUST. FREEDOM. KARMA.

Glitchin in my freedom, guess I’m lost in the lust

I know the shit is wild, but I love to see her blush

From her blush to bust to cuff, all her skin is love

I got nothin but love

But…

…FUCK…

See, my experience been tough…

The shit been rough…

I look into her eyes, I hope I’m not mistakin what’s what

That’ll be just my luck

Par for the course, like “Gaddamn, nigga, fuck.”

Lust and love…

I mix that shit up?

It blows up.

The game is corrupt.

Makes dating suck.

Like, what the fuck.

Oh, my god, what the fuck.

Did I do something in this life, last life, is this shit karma?

Is that why I’m dealing wit this drama?

All this shit karma?

I meet the girl, I treat the girl, she treat me like I caused her trauma?

Like holdin doors, givin her flowers, is harmin’ her?

I’m tryin to start a now, maybe later we can start a saga

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