/Another night, another womb, another tomb/ Drink as I, fill another womb/ She replies I'm coming soon/ Then longs for me, as I leave the room/ Cycle is repeated, oh repetition/ Manic depressive mission, feeling defenseless/ Inward tension, numb incisions/ Swayed another from indecision/ And when I hold her, I get colder/ Shunning the angel, atop my shoulder/ She wants embrace, I want a taste/ Touching her face, it's a disgrace/ Without compassion, flees with action/ Lust is gnashin, I'm ecastatic/ She's my lover, I'm her bastard/ Weigh on her forever after/ First I build it, then I kill it/ The pirate of love, here to pillage/ Breathe the smoke, to ease my conciense/ Smother honest, broke the promise/ If ugly's ironic, then I'm Adonis/ And with her body, she'll pay homage/ Keeps returning, like I'm astonished/ But her love, I can't acknowledge/
/Frustration, sedation/ Caught up in the trap of this self-seperation/ Who are you to judge, you rolling blunts/ Poppin beans and in debt for fronts/ Arm in a sling pointin out my crutch/ Working up the gall to use the word enough/
/Oh depresion, love depression/ Hug depression, stuff depression/ In these bottles, whether pills or liquour/ Pierce me, subdue me that much quicker/ See Em & Roth, and still you stall/ Where's the club shit, the fuck you on?/ I'm not Marshall, no synonym/ I'm just Crocker, he can have Eminem/ What about girl, and what about her/ You can't keep a broad, much less Spartanburg/ Seeking redemption thru your words/ Your so contrived, dumb, disturbed/ Teeter totters throughout my head/ Ask me again, why Matthew left/ Fifteen years and your brother steps/ So tired of that song, wanna push eject/
/Cheers to the child my lord had taken/ For the man I killed, flew away that April/ For my self-deprecation that enables/ For my free fallin when he rocked the cradle/ For hearts I took and smash to pieces/ People I love decayin' and fiending/ Family fighting diseases/ Fibro, hepatitis, and H.I.V./ Face withered so much you can't I.D./ Lest I mention addiction, sickening friction/ Opiates, dopamine/ Barbituates and Coca Beans/ Morphine patches, mid afternoon relapses/ Another forty, fallin' backwards/ Hit's the ground, pulse collapses/ All this shit is awfully taxing/
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