I can't believe I wrote this in 2004... It was a period when I was starting to write rhymes and trying to figure out my style. I would write all the time just to write...
I'm paranormal, I'm a ghost when i write shit.
I dress formal, on the coast with clothes that tight fit.
I hit you with these rhymes like a one two punch,
like Mike tyson on fight night, where your ears is my lunch.
I'm in your mind thoughts and apparitions,
you make bad decisions just like bad physicians
who make bad incisions for circumcisions.
Now go and blame me cause you had stabbin' visions.
YIKES!
Seemingly I was having a difficult time in my life in December 2004:
In a state of confusion, I'm like a paper weight straight
laid me down to sleep, I'm neither asleep nor awake.
elaborate methods have made me put myself to test, because
my wifey doesn't share feeling for me's got me depressed. what does,
my life mean, it's like a buzz my heads spinning in butter!
My brain jerks, my life dull, I'd throw myself inta the gutter
start ta stutter, hide me in the clutter my brains in. What are
the symptoms of a grown man goin insane playin with some cutters
Carry on.......
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