boring texts

car crashed like a battle ram,
hit the gas s fast in that caravan,
cut the trash with a blast of heroin,
take a sip and a spin towards the halogen,
light we fight witha little grin,
thoughts are grim in comparrison,
to those trapped in the prarie sun,
givin sight to the younger guns,
Late nights fix tricks to the older ones,
you might be right this petty shit must be done,
my spit is cheap and I feel that its just begun

my eyes are redding
my thighs are trembling
this high is empty
and this guys temptin me
but this oc has definately
got me sedated heavily
now lets try remembering
just why im feathering
some tribe to better me
they lie so effortlessly
and deny their identity
so try forgetting these
flies that keep entering
the center of the ending
fuck

I love to bleed, blood dripping down my arm endlessly,
im not regretting anything I've said g, I dont recallect any calls or texting,
my hand is bloody, so is this knife, machetti, my life aint ending, and Im not befriending,
I just gotta a few problems in my head see, carve a design, cut it til ya cant stop,
im a fucking freak, and im tryin to hit the top, never touched a rock, always with the buds,
sniff a little chalk. yeah.that shit I love.. used to fuck with pills,
but now im beyond and above, alchohol, the only legal drug, where im from, gettin all tipsy and sippin on some rum, binge drinking, my states number one