Freestyle Feelings
I'm Feeling Hungry,
So Eat...
I Felt the lump of hopelessness drag along my Esophagus,
this little bitch,
Never has shit,
No I won't die with regret.
My lit cigarette, burns the finger at the tip..
A quiet little fit shhhh don't let em hear it,
Not ready for this spirit, No Fear for the next hit
Feed my empty stomach with a killer my lover the opiate. Darkness now LIT, stay Full its so exquisite,
Don't remind me to see
Actually Empty
Living Rent Free
My craniums debt to be
Dead to me
No jealousy
I go big I got no home
Got no where to sleep
Am I in to dEEP
I am into Creep to take the meat
Raw I EAT...
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