Little Help

from by Codependents

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Woke up here all alone
In a state that I can’t describe.
Bleeding, out of my eyes
Stuck in a blank space
That don’t account for time.
As I dine and wine down
With this Perfect little Medicine.
Taking off an edge that doesn’t seem to me
To be finally compressed.
Obsessed? Just a little
And that sadistic giggle gon’ make me smile.
Hang on so gentle I’m more sentimental now than vile.
As I ran a mile in your shoes I could feel the blisters.
Diminished figure off that liquor
Killing myself even quicker.
Just not as fast as she imagined.
They say I’m damaged I say it’s extra baggage.
Habits of burning cabbage until I vanish
Or I fucking choke.
Playing life for a joke.
Now I haven’t been too on the giving side
Of a fuck that you’ve applied for me
To abide by in a cry or die right mentality.
Undoubtedly speaking irrationally.
My habits no longer make me.
My conscience finally breaking me
Down, down, down.
So I drive slow attracting chaos.
A day off from mine [life]
Might be the day my mind decides to die.
Die die die die.

I fell from the sky and broke every limb on the way down
So I’m stuck inside motherfucking hell on earth
Until rebirth its where I stay now
So how bout you believe that I hate smiles but I praise frowns
My head hangs down a lot lately now like the angel of death
So I claim that crown, like how
Not in it for the money so I find it kinda funny that I stay - here
Got a lotta problems but i can’t really solve em
So I find my self caught up in some Day - beers
Oddities that follow me can never be forgotten
My outsides beautiful, my insides rotten
I’m at it morning or my brain stays snoring
Can’t seem to corner all the habits that I’m caught in
Got em
You can bet your life that I own it, I live life in the moment
Now i’m standing on top of the game like where the fuck my next opponent
And I made it out the bullshit, my flow resembles full clips
With an automatic fire and a will to be a killer
You can bet your ass I’m the culprit
And I’m proud,(yeah) I got 12 packs of that LOUD
Try to bring me back down to earth Imma kick you off of my cloud
And watch you fall down like rain
Ain’t nothing stay the same
If there is one thing guaranteed inside your life it’s the change

Who's to say who they choose to take
I'll rue the day that they lose their faith
In the mood to break in and loot the place
Church give up the collection plate
Learning ways to remove the weight of life
Or lack there of
With that insight I intend to write my bible with your blood
With some verses that you can't recite
Live at heights where you can't reach up
Every time you reach out you get the blade
And then you get the cut
You bleed for eighty years and then your sins have all stacked up
I'll audit you in front of my peers to see who you've become
Be gone. Begotten rotten
Stinking, numb I think he's done a lot of good
But damning him would mean I won
Indeed I need to read on how the Hell could manage him
I've landed in a position to kill off y'all so run
Resurrected like a dead kid headed to school with guns
The news is used for fun
They edit and play reruns
I let it convince each one
To never call a medic
If you bled I'll be drinking some
Never intended to never regret it
If I hadn't had killed for the right reason
I'm godly like the Son
Godly like no one.


from RezErected, released April 29, 2016



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