prolific & gifted
narcissistic & pretentious
venting to a ceiling
another night unscripted
vicious adaptations of perception
no exception to the rule
on a cocktail of prescriptions
& I can still smell her perfume
like some sort of curse,some sort of truth
thrashed out trashed out,vomiting in a expensive ass hotel room
because where am I going to run too...the only next move
this country looks like a chess board
& all I have is a mattress and a chest of drawers
no credit,no paperwork,just spoils of war
alot of the time Im such a pacifist...I wish I hated more
sometimes I have so much hatred I just pray I dont hurt
prey to the eyes of the world
love in the eye of the storm
& here I sit...barred out and alone
thank God for flying lotus...or Id be more anxious to how this night would go
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