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Dont you just love rolling hard.. and P.L.U.R people look ugly rolling.. i think i proved that..
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Artist: Jeremiah Havok
Studio: Bob Shaw’s Tattoos Dallas, TX
It’s been 22 long hard years and still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I’m alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin’, going up state’s my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us
Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough
But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
Living in the world, no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don’t know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that’s the time when I’m not depressed
But I’m still depressed, and I ask what’s it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty’s running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain’t trying to hear what I’m kickin in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hected
in the morning when the time comes ill know or maybe ill just go back to sleep. im trying to find a way to keep on living and to keep on giving all ive got but i cant help but think that ive already given it all that im destined and bound to fall. i wish time would stall so that i could think for a minute i would like just for once to be able to be me for a minute THIS WORLD IS NOT CONDUCIVE TO ME. i rail at the walls but i see through i really do see what is true and see that what i say and do is all that im gonna leave and thats true. what is this angst why is it here all i really really want is to be able to not fear. to live my life and steer around strife or at least to go beside it i confide its too much for me i explain what i see and no one wants to hear and all i hear from myself is bullshit and such. I DO NOT BELIEVE IN ME. what to do oh how i wish i was you anyone someone else but believe you me i wouldnt wish me on anyone else. its really not depression its just regression and i regret to inform myself of the fact that im still here still attempting and failing to steer in any sort of the right direction i can barely get an erection i need a fucking course correction. its fair to say that im a mess at best and at worst im a mother fucking curse.
The above is 30% true, mostly its just what comes out when I free-write. It’s always interesting and refreshing to me to just let the pen go on its own, so to speak. Freud had it right, man. Its introspection and self-analysis and I enjoy it.
I hope one day i’ll sit down to free-write and it will be completely happy and full of nothing but positivity; it gives me something to work towards in life. <3 Stay Beautiful <3 ….
Whatsup in the trap
Goodnight, I love you
I would have held on longer, and more intimately; had I knows this would be the last time I felt your embrace.