Stress and Politricks

And the stress keeps piling on top of my head

I'm motivational, that's what the letter said

But instead, this pressure is starting to spread

All over my body, my shoulder starts to crack

The mass' too real for this physique to undertake

An alternate thought for me to contemplate

I'm burning under the rays of infra-red

The brain is porous so you can easily infiltrate

But that will never be me - I'm a man of my own

And you will get shot if you try to steal my throne

So you better be gone if you still deliberate

This is not for those who can't focus or concentrate

Off to bed before the boogieman awakes

Got this technique you cannot berate or actuate

Translate: I murder offensive castigators,

You fucking morons, biters and alligators

Never wrote shit in a day of their lives

But try to put me at mercy of the knife

All I feel is strife when injustice is rife

Politricks fucking up our quality of life

barely known.

Perhaps some regret over the invitation.

But like my friend, I like these 2 lines the best.

Open-minded, but never the type to make the moves

I'm the shy type, so when it comes to love I always lose

And it's obvious that everyone can see that

You're oblivious to even the sight of my back

I can only blame myself for being soft-hearted

Always kept low profile since the day I departed

I think you need a pair of new eye contacts

You're too young you develop eye cataracts

Your vision is parallax, small eyes see wider

You need to set your targets a little higher

Than your associated height, my future is bright

But we're always short-term minded, right?

Better than that

Seriously, who do you think gives a FUCK about you

Who the fuck are you!

You need to get a grip, you need to avoid distractions.! Just settling down but so many challenges are ahead. And you don't even know shit that's going on lol.

Don't let someone else affect who you are. You are the master of your own mind!

And you can only rhyme sentences, that's it. You need to be better than that.

fear and quiver!

Is this excitement, or is this just fear

I am enthralled, but did I just quiver?

The unknown stares straight at me in the eye

'cause I never knew the definition of being fly

So I try, I try and I keep trying harder

For every second it makes me grow weaker

But my soul has never left this magic lantern

Lamp, whatever, but it scorches inside, it burns

I feel trapped, suffocated within the corners

No matter how hard you try you'll never get better

Than this stubborn old piece scrap of metal

It refuses to budge, it is the toughest material

It protects me from the outside, that's right

But I no longer want to be kept safe inside

The crab has to leave its shell someday

Gotta find a better home for him to stay

Gotta find a better date, find a better mate

Find money, cash, food to put on the plate

Some people like to think I'm oh-so fake

But I say fuck 'em, I elate as they gape..

come back.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to this pen, this notebook, this laptop. I'm sorry to my friends. I'm sorry to myself.

But tomorrow morning I'll be okay and I'll be back to my ways.

I don't want to live like this.

Hope things are going well for you inside, bro.

But outside here, things are no less difficult. Been stuck here on this page thinking of verses and rhymes I used to write.. But fuck! Maybe they were shit in the first place.

Where are my bars.? Come back, I need you. To remind me why I'm even studying this in the first place.

Please. remind zen not to get distracted. think about the people you've got to answer for. think about yourself.