Kawola - These Thoughts

1 of 4 that make up T.I.C. (The Inner Chaos) These thoughts keep on haunting me it dont matter if i run It dont matter if i hide these thoughts keep on these thoughts keep on Essentially been pondering pussy practice of giving up Down on my knees i beg and pray cuz i had enough I know if i take myself out the pain gunna suddenly stop Til the burnin of my skin so i coninue to live Dont really fuk with the liqour but yo im not ok but i continue to play and say im just fine when im asked on the spot On the lnside crying, literally dieing, wishin that somebody would help If you look into my eyes you can tell that im high but sence some of the pain that ifelt the devil steady in my head telling me to do it i just pray to g. o. d. my mom and pops aint make me foolish i get high, but im aware of what im doing to survive , without i would be chosin a dark path probably in a cell and if i fell that means i would see hell to take my self out would be an express ticket but i really aint fuckin with the way that i been livin i put the pussy on a petistal but then i took it off what a loss , start to bustin and you thinkin your a boss in the end your over lookin exactly what it cost But you had a good time right, well i guess then its a toss Up, man i been off of my meds only really need some pussy to get out of bed Depression had me stressin , til i got you out them leggin After we done toss a rag so you aint fuckin up my beddin round two can resume but first lets greet mary puffin you know to let go of all that i caring Im smokin a cure but the results may vary Never to be whole i guess im smoking til im burried You know i want a kid and one day to be married But i fall in love to quick so of life im a bit weary did you come for the dickin or do you value you my time i dont know but i guess what we got is just fine