Who is Real - (Raw and Un-cut)
When I woke up, the sky had darkened. I walked out the door as if I was on a mission, but this time was slightly different, because there was no mission, but the streets were mine, so I said fine, here’s a few dollars for you, such a perfect stranger, you go do your dope, while I sit here and listen to sounds of animals dying, I stopped by the house, the marijuana pit stop, got back in the car and continued to drive, I felt the neighbors staring at the back of my mind, but I said, “Fuck it,” who are they to say I’m wrong, I sang along, and made others ears bleed, they’ll notice later when the shoulders of their shirts are stained with crimson, because your thoughts of me, bother you to death, “Such a boring fucking loser,” I could here her say, Oh by the way, did you know I read minds? Never mind, anyways, I’ll tell you what, this really happened, on the dirty sidewalks of a circle K, this man with a suit came up and asked me, “What would you do with this million dollars,” as he shows me the check….. And this is what I told him: “What were you thinking? Like I’m the train wreck, what are you trying to prove? That poison is deadly… How about I give you a dollar so you can wipe the leaking ass that connects to your face.” Then he ran to his (look at me) car, a pretty girl with a fake smile in the passenger seat, she looked at me in lustful ways, her eyes so penetrating I could literally hear her inner cries screaming, “How do I escape.” No troubles darlin’, Karma’s got you, got in my chariot and flew away.
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