I can't draw anymore
As a kid it was something mother adored
I would Sit on the floor
Four hours straight
Tryna figure out what face a flower makes
Every detail of the pictures perfect
Got ink stains
Up both arms
Worth it
Openin a brand new marker to
Work it
texture appears
If you got a rough surface

feel like a winner
When I get an idea
steal sheets out the printer
And that was the coldest night
Of that winter
I couldn't even come
Inside to eat dinner

Much rather hide in the bedroom
A Lot less people
lot more head room
Talk to the doctor of dead
New comics
MF doom in the back
no comment



When I put out this cigarette
Anyone that's looking for
source of a smoke signal is
Barking up the wrong tree
I couldn't give a fuck
So let's both jump on 3
Use the fall as an excuse to air out my laundry
And when I hit the ground I found peace like ghandi
Earths really reassuring
Gravity's got me
And Hell is my Walkie talkie
Do you copy?


Im hungover like
Slug of atmosphere
Tried to piece together what the fuck had happened here
eye contact with the bathroom mirror
One hand on a beer
And One hand to steer
Im going nowhere
Fast
You can't judge someone that
Doesn't know their past
If they're so behind they don't know they're last
What's the point of a lap
Who made it a race
My life is looking sketchy
Who made it erase?
I mean

Why you makin that face
My overdose ain't high enough
Take it to space

Shadows on the walls like
Paint in a cave
Those who live in the fire say
They can relate


I'm just waitin to wake
I don't know how much give
I have left for you to take
Tattle tale on a rattle tail snake
jail bait
watch the earth spin like
Judges of a snail race

It smells like rain
Drive through the ghost town
Smells like pain
Ironically death is a
Real life thang
Try to get so high that I forget about the stains
Quit leechin on me
Got nothin to gain from it
Always kinda had this weird feeling
Like a gay cousin


Everything you have in life
at the moment is temporary
Thinking about the inevitable end of days
Could be hella scary
Well aware he
Fell in hell
And dwelled in the simple cell
That my soul is stuck in
Cold I'm suffering all because
My fussin for the way that society's
Eyeing me tryna get by on me
I could be better while I'm alive
I could try to comply at least
Finding me a 9 to 5
I can't die till my minds at peace
And I'm not gonna find peace
If my habitats a cubicle rotting