With pen in hand I can conquer anything But why do I want To write without words Words they seem To limit what I say They pigeonhole ideas And trap ideals

First, let me say this. I don't give, a shit about you. I'll take all your shit. Then pretend to help, you find it. The only thing that, I fucking care about. Is getting more, of what I need. Nothing matters. Not you, not my mother, fuck my father. Brother and sister, Shit I steal from them. The only reason, I pretend to like you. Is to smoke your crank, and keep mine for me. I'll get me, a trick. Then smoke, so much crank. That I can't fuck her. But that shit don't fucking matter. As long as...

With pen in hand I can conquer anything But why do I want To write without words Words they seem To limit what I say They pigeonhole ideals And trap ideals

Life is neither fair or unfair. Life is simply life.

What do you see? When you look at me? Am I just another homeless junkie? Mother fucker don't you know I got rid of that monkey! Or don't that shit matter to you? Maybe you think it's fucking true That once an addict Always an addict The only pills that I take today Are the ones I'm told will fix my head I don't care what the fuck you say Mentally I ain't dead Do you want to take my brain? And bisect it And trisect it Yeah I'm still homeless ! What’s it to you ? You don't know what I fucking ...

I've noticed that when people are being brutally honest. It's more about being brutal than honesty.