Going 90 on the 80

Zooming down the freeway
Looking for some leeway
Undermined by automatic
Faster than the airwaves
All I get is static

And I'm
Pushing up on 90
All up on the 80
Hauling ass like truckers
What's my name mother fucker

Searching for the chota
No I don't have motta
Yeah you know my MO
When I see the zoro
Cruising like a lolo

Now I'm
Swerving thru the pockets
8 ball last to call it
Cruising up on triple
Chase it with some coca
No I'm not an alcoholic

Some of that liquid courage

Driving down to LA
405 the valley
See you in my rearview
No you cant cause I can make you
Disapear like voodoo

Fool I thought that you knew
How I do what I do
Guess I was mistaken
Yeah your spots the one I've taken

Laugh it up
The social grease
You do the same shit
Expect me to appease

Salmanela
never seen a betta
way to reproduce

shall i eva
find the darkest way to
not call a truce

sobriety seems
like a welcome reprieve
from a life
i've come to loath

fear and las vegas
have always been so
grave

that when i'm all
alone they
never come to see us stray

Continuum

Hidden with the clothes surrounding
muffling the sounds of the pounding
opportunity abounding
compounding

Forwarding my thoughts in an email
Awaiting a response from a female
I'll prevail
fail

Seemingly abrupt is my lifetime
I'm not synchronized to the lifeline
Buy time
Fine

Charity a cause for the selfish
Motives understood by the shellfish
Satellite Dish
niche

Somewhere someone is yet to discover
the security of a lover
under cover
over

Beer and Weed

I'm tired of smoking
Why do i gotta do shit?
Fuck this Generation

He steals your epiphanies
It's fucking cold as hell
Fuck this Generation
Fuck this Generation

The room is dark as hell
and I can't see shit
and
I can't see shit
and I can't see shit
and I can't see shit

Fuck this generation
Telemetry is streaming
And the levels rise

I fucking
And I don't like rice
And I don't like rice
And I don't like rice

Fuck this generation
Fuck this generation
Fuck this generation

And I don't like rice

July
the month that we met
It seems so far
But in fact its yet to come

I lie
To get you in bed
And then you lie
You lie that you have cum

We lay
Together as one

Local anesthetic

Severe apathy
I'm dying
fo find something to live for
Its never enough

Put me in a shelter
And feed my addiction

Been dysfunctional so long
That it feels normal
Living as an outcast
Breeding the repeat

IN Progress

We have spiders in our throats
You can hear it in our voice
Heavy burden in her heart
The illusion of choice

Cobwebs in our ears
Catch all the lies
Ringing of the fears
Signals our demise

Apathy and energy
Correlated from the start
Correlated from the start!

Klinging to a sense
of belonging
Feelings to immense
to absolve me

Killing is an act
of betrayal
Atrophy will and must
prevail

Measured with a stick
that you widdled
obtuse and thick
like your logic