another day, another dollar
not even wide awake yet
class started an hour ago
i must’ve went to sleep really late
waited on someone who never showed up anyway
faces fade as the smoke from my gar thickens
like dancers shaking their goodies amid hours of happiness
i had mine sucked out of me like a vacuum cleaner
or the one lingering in deep space somewhere
guess i can never feel whole to anyone
all i’m great for is looks and intelligence
who cares about anything else man
i got used for weed, sex, life tips, and nudes
hey look at me though
i’m on top of my game
producing new volumes of work every day
this pen just refuses to stop
it won’t
this pen just refuses to stop
it won’t
although i forgive those who manipulated me
i’m more successful than they’ll ever be
put that on my soul, you can never do what i’ve done
not the way that i have
no one still don’t believe i wrote
these many books at such a young age
i wouldn’t lie about that, come on now
use your head for a second
the art does all the explaining for me
About the Creator
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