I wrote this a while ago, but it's more correct, more relevant now than ever before.
Zig zags and a mean beat machine
I’m the king of dumb things, I’m a teen
Or I was and things got so fast
The whiplash when time passes this fast
I got past the last chapter and I’m on to the next
Plagerized every line or at least most the time
And my mind feels just like a coal miner insinde
Of a mine, trapped inside without food or a light
Or a hope to get out of the damn thing alive
Mechanized through my eyes and the drugs, all I see
Is a fine land of mines, can’t find peace of mind
And pieces of mine fall apart everytime
And I’m too tired to try anymore and that hurts
To admit; I’m so closed to done with this shit
Can I quit?
Get me out, abort now, this failure’s pronounced
This practice run’s like Biff Loman without
Any skills or some luck, goddamn this is fucked up
Look at me mom, yeah your son is a nutjob
I know this time was a rehersal I’m
Just way too messed up for this shit to be life, right?
Tell me how I can back to my right life,
because I just don’t see how I’ll survive this
shit for much longer. Is this almost over?
Throw down the rope, and fly home the chopper
Thank you for your time.
Zig zags and a mean beat machine
I’m the king of dumb things, I’m a teen
Or I was and things got so fast
The whiplash when time passes this fast
I got past the last chapter and I’m on to the next
Plagerized every line or at least most the time
And my mind feels just like a coal miner insinde
Of a mine, trapped inside without food or a light
Or a hope to get out of the damn thing alive
Mechanized through my eyes and the drugs, all I see
Is a fine land of mines, can’t find peace of mind
And pieces of mine fall apart everytime
And I’m too tired to try anymore and that hurts
To admit; I’m so closed to done with this shit
Can I quit?
Get me out, abort now, this failure’s pronounced
This practice run’s like Biff Loman without
Any skills or some luck, goddamn this is fucked up
Look at me mom, yeah your son is a nutjob
I know this time was a rehersal I’m
Just way too messed up for this shit to be life, right?
Tell me how I can back to my right life,
because I just don’t see how I’ll survive this
shit for much longer. Is this almost over?
Throw down the rope, and fly home the chopper
Thank you for your time.
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that's all.
If this helps at all, I originally wrote it, and recorded it, as an avant garde hiphop project. However, as written, I may have not been able to express appropriately the meter, rhythm, or even the rhyme scheme. My apologies.
Sincerely,
JMG