I spit & I smoke cigarettes
Thinkin maybe , maybe, this is it
This is shit
Thinkin maybe, I should start, writing poetry, again.
Just to get this shit out of my head.
I'm stealing peoples rhythms, filling schisms.
Shakings more just a state of mind,
I feel like I'm losing time.
I feel like I'm doing fine.
I feel like I'm losing my mind.
I mean I'm doing fine.
Food is overated, I'm feeling faded.
Can't escape this heat, feels like it is choking me.
Maybe, I'll just take a seat.
Maybe i'll try again next week, not be so bleak or weak.
Maybe not even speak, I'm just a creep.
Roll another smoke before I tweak.
Leave the musings for the freaks and weirdos.
Just sit.
Just sit, and spit, and smoke cigarettes.