Hold up
Im blessed with this thing
Social inadaquacy
I can’t get laid
Due to my inadaquate grasp
Yo I just can’t relax
Gotta be me can’t you see
Just so uptight can’t see the sunlight
Got this stigma that I can’t seem to drop
Unseen by the cops
Breaking the law ain’t the issue it’s a failure
Can’t drop this frustration
Keep bottled up
Shoot  shit talk it up
Nothing to hide
Let it out in the open
Get ridiculed taken it down
I encourage it
Laugh it my social frustration
In a month it matters not
Can’t you see
I stay true to me haha
Keep my own counsel
Keep up this façade
Then I just go to my room just to bathe in the darkness
Feel it all come off on hand
Then I go at it again
Repeat the routine
Rinse wash repeat
It’s an endless cycle
One I can’t break
It goes on and on until you’re dead inside from the lack of stimulation
Lack of self control leads to bouts of frustration
No good smumbag perverted wow
Keeps on piling up with a pow
 But I keep it up
Not give up go on and on
Not leaving this comfort zone stay enclosed in this bubble
This bubble of familiarity
Well time to pop the cherry and see the world
Ain’t no advantage to staying in this world
Yet I will go on due to the fact that I am in no shape to do it
Got commitments to honor yeah part of being  a man
Only as good as today
Ha aint’t that shit true.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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