Made the exodus to Colorado, working on getting established, and looking for friends and more. Hit me up, I'm new in town and need a guide, I promise good times and laughs. I'm an open book, just ask. Right now I'm looking for a job and just bought my first mod home. I'm driven, ready to work, and get my degree. It's all positive vibes on this side so, let's see if we can kick it and maybe more.
I'm just a nice guy doing my own thing looking for the right womurn. Hit me up.
Here's some crappy rapping to take up more of your time. If you love comics and movies, then word.
'Bout to start a school and get that diploma and grown folk note.
sushi and soba super power pz makin me metahuman like methamphetamine and mountain dew used to be doin usually usin on a weekday wanderin walkin wonderin when i'm gonna be gone from my wicked ways too long when the good die young we walk this only road like lonely souls searchin for someone servin something sinister administered through a syringe or a straw sliced with a quarter scoop to pull a piece of poop from a plastic pouch credit card crush it, dusted, dollar bill rushin, twenty four pill poppin non stop party-arty absent for class tardy hardly able to work, synapses snappin slowed so stunted like personal growth, steppin in a hearse an you'll know that we're cursed on the go first on the road, **** dusk, screw dawn, who on one, who on twenty, only bathtub bakers own plenty, thought that there was mo' time, now theres no time, and a lonely rhyme, remember me minivan mobbin, to the east coast in beast mode dethrowned, i should'a just taken another week off, shoulda' gone to detox, got hit in my weak spot, this chick was grabbin me in my chest cavity now my hearts beatin rapidly, pity pat he pathetic, never got the chance now he regret it, movin on to another one, should'a moved on to another one, undone, now i'm done, battlin, lookin' for one won why not someone, never stop just keep movin, no going just usin substances abusive like a red headed step child livin with her step daddy, if i could take time slow down, it would be better for my metaphors non existent with this type of spit its rolling off the toungue off the top of my mind as fast as i can type stream conciousness honest its not thought out its just whats brought out
pz poppin off poetical prose slow simmerin' so sensitive selfish sentences endin this with no pretentiousness, no pretenses its, senseless, self absorbed, morbid, maybe methodical botanical medcal marijuana made my mind mentally stable able to catch the meaning of the fable labled drug addict, they think im gonna be back at it, chemically fastin like catholic lent spent too many days in a daze walkin in a maze amazed i was so dang blazed walking like the dead raised zombie, or i live for the night life like a vampire vanquished in the camp fire, came from dirt, caused my on hurt heated headed for the ashes, now i'm phoenix fire proof positive pumpin somethin gettin' dumped to the things im down in, surroundin myself with sounds when i can hear the evil spirits on the wind blow in when it's blowin', mystic melodies about criminal felonies take me away to a greater place than the acid based guitar strings that brings, floods of ****in' imagery filled with gimmickery, when picking, these seeds from baggies bloated, thats now like bolemia unloaded, throwin up smoke when i exhale, lets me exit my head hell, soul cell prison trapped in a glass half empty well
Choose your words wisely I handled it all nicely I might be whitey but I might be mighty in the dark or the light see me walkin the line like Johnny/ cash don't rule everything around me and I'm destroying all the demons that surround me down me and doubt the person I've come to be is one that's never running but when it comes to the opposite sex I get tongue tied and twisted with a missed delivery praying to God for an angel heaven sent to stop this self inflicted purgatory I put myself in anxiously anticipating but it's so aggravating navigating who's looking and not/ not fumbling while put on the spot, gotta be able to give what I got/ love/ it seems like you only get one shot and it needs to be a shot to the heart without the head games/ mind boggling its a delicate operation that stops the brain's occupation with walking alone in the rain on the road until the next episode
people try to sh*ton me like a skat shinobi, i'm talkin' raw, real, ill, hard, g'ed, and soft serve, like those two lovely girls with the one cup/ YOU CAN EAT IT!!!/ beat it michael jackson, stop taxin' the church so much son, just dance and sing songs, call the radio station and tell'em to put killer on/pill or bong/ i'm a thriller on track with an ax ready to attack any/ that can't be/ he was a polite guy and always quiet (yeah, they're always quiet) /then he put his hoodie up and started yellin'/ just to see if he could start a riot/ ****in' chuckin' bricks at somethin'/ not runnin' off in spite of those that don't like it/i'm a lion fighter you're a lying biter/ is your head feeling lighter while i drown you with a greasey grimey scum slighter, might I, say my words hit like saw blades/mitre