The need to get rich quick is in your system. Illegal smoke exits your lungs and make shapes in the air. Your mind is so clouded but yet behind the clouds you plot on how you're going to do this. How you're gonna get away from here.. you huddle with your friends.. puff puff pass.. friendly thing to get your mind off the money you don't have right now but the bad chick you got by your side. In the back of your mind you're thinking damn is she gonna stay or find another with fat pocket? Eyes are barely open, seeing the world through a slit. You look around and the faces become blurred. Feels like you're going crazy, after all maybe you fit into that small categorized box society placed you in.

It's mentally.

You know what's crazy when you think something and believe it your body start to act different. It's ALL in your mind sometimes but sometimes the "thing" that you think about can scare you for so many reasons... I've laid in my room and stare at the walls and think about what I would do "if" but I came up with no solutions. I just simply saw how everyone would respond... the most important people in my life anyway. The things they would say. I'm one to not value peoples opinions but those that affect my life in a big way. After all you have freedom of speech.

And then My thoughts run in other directions and I forgot what I was about to write. 

What's your purpose?

There's times when you feel like you're slipping away but you have no idea where you're going. It's like you're fading into the background but the image isn't really there anymore. You're reaching for a hand but no one notices you.. You scream but its silent. Everyone around you suddenly become deaf and blind. They've become zombies; just walking around without a purpose to define who they are. What's your purpose? Are you living or just alive?



I'm not likin this but whatever imma post it regardless

summer night dream

I'm summer night dream or nightmare whatever you chose

I stand out but I belong here.

I don't need labels. I don't belong on your shelf

when you look at this pic you're
 gonna think I'm a skater

its a front.

It amazes me when people all of a sudden give two flying fucks about things they didn't care about before.  Also blaming others for things they should be blaming themselves for. Like Akon said " you can put the blame on me." I'll take the blame since you're too ashamed.. too weak..too insecure.. to take responsibility for YOUR own mishaps. People will never really change... its all a front.

There's no more

There's nothing to say after  you've preached your heart out to someone who didn't listen. There's no more apologies after it wasn't accepted. There's no more tears when your eyes are dry.. just write my dear. There's no more fear when everything have happened to you. There's no more running when EVERYTHING follows you. ( Don't say hi to the devil, he will eat you.. say hi he will still eat you.. might as well say hi.) Time waits on no one, do what you have to do NOW. There's no redo button to change things and make them better. You're writing your life story in pen and there's no white out, so those mistakes are to teach you to be better in the future. There's no more innocence, the world took that, unveiled your eyes. There's no more holding your hands through this journey.. You have to experience things on your own. Don't follow another's footsteps but make your own for others to follow. There's no more time to be wasted on foolishness.. remember TIME WAITS ON NO ONE.

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change

It will never be the same again. EVER again. -___-