Lesson 114 ~High Off Life~

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Hey Lady Lu...
This is how it should be… what am I making myself out to be Atlas, I think he only carried the sky; what I mean is my world, I should be carrying my world and not the world someone else wants me to carry, not all these extra ones, and definitely not the one I’ve been sleeping in. For this week you know how they say “The World Is Yours” this is as close as I’m going to get; The Abomination is gone along with everyone else so instead of existing, for at least awhile I will be living.

If people had their say I would push the button on my own world and hell maybe I give myself too much credit but in all seriousness I already do carry their guilt, their hatred, and everything else and you wonder why I’m down all the time. On top of carrying those what about those small worlds I wanted to be a part of, remember Kim, you know there are days I actually miss the old crew but I have killed so many different parts of myself let’s just count this as “Hip Hop Is Dead”; should I apologize for being a bastard? You know I was actually rooting on the world ending, wouldn’t bother me if the world ended next Saturday but for now I’m sleeping in my own little world.

So what am I planning on doing this week… sad thing is I’m already fucking up, so many things I want to do, broken tools, and if anything I just want to recover you know, make this week vacation. I’ll make me a world Luna, that’s what I’m going to do, a world just for me, I suppose you, and Braxton; I tried inviting some friends but none of them cared to respond but at least I try right… damn watching “The Social Network” last night, that’s power. Not to be a downer but you know by September will be too late; yes time for another suicide attempt but if I could sell some books, get a laptop, trust me a laptop and I am so gone but I really have nothing but this week and a chance that is already looking grim but I am free.

“If I Could Teach The World” Lady Lu; that’s too much to ask for but at least the monkey is off my back, this bag of worlds, Atlas might have been the lucky one. Honestly though it may not sound like it I am pretty high; glad I mean, this is my life High Off Life.

LATE

~High Off LIfe~

When the dead finally pop the Earth
Bigger tributes than I was worth
Their stink, the drug a chemical
Lift me more than miracles

With their horizontal mambo
I rise and so
Up I go

From fantasy to reality
Look to the trees
As if I were a Cullen
No reason to be sullen

When I climb higher
Like a vampire
Calling me a liar?

I can afford it
Having once abhorred it
On beds of dollars
Now others holler

At the sight of green
What do you see?
When you look at me

Got Milk?
Sheets silk
On breasts
I rest

So many pretty girls
In the world
They heard

And now they fly
They ride
The G6 penis
I’m not bigger than Jesus

Who was he again?
A so called friend
When did I begin?

The killing
Maybe dealing
I’ve been trying
Now I’m smiling
At the top of the world
Beneath another girl

A higher life
High Off Life
Just high tonight
My truly blessed life

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