I hate life, mostly the reasoning behind it
Sitting in this chair, typing while my heads splits
Watching the screen as if its fuses are about to blow
Thinking of how my wordplay will change my flow
Using a basic structre to keep the Creativity great
Typing a Hall Of Fame peice for the reasons of late
Evening went by very well; living in hell
I dont care, only typing for myself
What is that smell, is something burning
Listening to Beastie Boys; typing and learning
Hair is curling, while I type this peice of mine
Thinking of wheather my girl will take it..
..from the front or maybe she wants it behind
People bullshiting around school; hyping
While I sit here in love with my typing
Morning was bad half way through; what the hell
Forgot that I am typing for myself
Hell; well; bell; smell; dwell, let me go kill myself
Listening to basterds rhyme about their wealth
Watching as the letters are adding to my computer screen
Maybe life isnt what I thought, not as hellish as it seems
With my mind in my head, its poetry writing
While I sit her; verbaly typing
