CoNtEmPlAtIoN

As my mind sits and contemplates, letting myself escape,
the fate of my state,
to create,
a reality which is fake,
may be a mistake,
but it is me that will have to rake,
all the shit I made up way to late.
My contemplation leads to exaggeration,
blaming myself for each individual situation,
contemplation,
brings me to death,
leads me to the meth,
or to the sess.
Whatever my mess,
I'm doing myself a favor,
these substances are in fact my life savor.
I am drunk and fucked, lonely as can be, it's just me,
no Nickie, or Ali,
just to a girl stuck in a bittersweet reality.
Creating my fatality.
What a catastrophe.
Just me.
That's something I never expected to be.
How did Slug put it, God loves ugly?
Right, me?
Give me a break;
it's my life he wants to take.
As I go on in this adventure,
with no idea of what is censor,
so fuck what you think,
dumb bitches all follow the color pink,
drama queen, princess, 90% angel and 10% devil.
fuck that i am your devil.
I have come to fuck you over,
all I have known is you get screwed if you are sober.
Guess what, you are sober.
Sober and clean in life,
I will cut up your views quickly with my diamond-bled knife.
Soaring through your skull,
and soon you will fall,
to reality, me,
I am what you see,
I am in fact a true bitch with too many securities.
No worries, only furry soars in my brain,
the more the doctors look at me,
the more I am insane
the more that needle seems drawn to this vein,
the more I try to relieve this pain,
push away the strain In my mind I contain,
knowledge pouring out like the thunder and the rain.
All I want to do, is cut you,
send you, to some place new,
where you can't depend on your crew.
Where you become so fed up you’re through,
that taking a knife to your wrist is something you would never do.
You would never turn to the booze.
What do you in fact know?
Nothing, you are so clean, you are whiter than the snow,
and then you come to me with a certain flow,
telling me if I live this life I will soon be facing the row,
but I would be fine with all,
to sit up in Pennsylvania and chill
wit Mumia Abu Jamal.
Waiting for my one phone call,
when I get the chance I call the bitch I caused to fall
haha bitch, you aint what you thought you were,
and there aint no cure,
I pass my duties onto you,
so through and through,
all the ones you corrupt and do,
in the end this will be you.
You dumb hoe, what can you know,
living life clean and away from the po po..
ha now you know!

----- by Gabrielle

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