[Journal Entry]
Dear Diary, July 29
[Verse 1]
My urge to purge is like lightnin'; I just might strike again
More than twice & ryhme-written by bitten Vicodin
At night, crime-fightin' like Mikey Knight be "Knight Ridin'"
Fuck a protest, I'm a riot
And crack, meth, heroin in one; people should try it
My rap career don't fit like a fat dyke in a black brazzier
Killin' myself like I might as well attack a mirror
That's it I quit; I'm tired, done & hungry
Think I'm gonna set fire to nuns in a monastery
[Journal Entry]
Dear Diary, August 6
[Verse 2]
Sick of life, sick of the bullshit
Butt fuck it, I ain't eva gonna quit
I'm infinite wit true grit
Eat a mothafucka then use his bones as a toothpick, I'm that quick
I'm on fire, people call me the "Human bic"
Lightin' fires all around this urban bitch
Like spontaneous combustion nobody can predict
My edict: sardonic we have become
Comin' up in this world of scum that's undone; it's cumbersome
Tryin' to run from the summoned one when our time is up
So we try to live it up until our finite time is up
Need we live with greed?......Succeed the evil deed?
Achieve goals by sellin' our souls for materials? Here-we-go
Playin' posed in our phony mask, livin' fake
Ashamed of who we are and scared to show our livid face
In this scary place, so alone and it's so cold
Been walkin' so long along this lonely road
Tried to love, but that's a fatal attraction
Got too close so I'm layin' in this closed casket
Life is a trap and I'm stuck inside its basket
Let my body rot in this eternal racket
I am done with this action so I'll step back some
Get back to the other wax once this track's done
[Journal Entry]
Dear Diary, September 10
[Verse 3]
Infinitely finite
I'm in it to win it
No effort goes in my penance
Repent first & then I scrimmage in bitches lost in the vision
Drownin' in gin and tonic, subjectin' menopaused women
Gerontophilic sinnin'
Perhaps we're all in tenements that balls can't find their dick in so Charles Dickens bury's the globe leavin' books about Huckleberry's hooks about a nigga who's bestie's about 10 years old
Not only are we slaves, our brains Jango Unchained but contained by servin' foes for a gain and I remain a solid beacon flashin'
Stop the boats from crashin'
You can navigate my waterways
I give you freedoms passage
I smoke weed by the bushels
40 ounces turn into gallons and gallons turn into barrels, my brain inside of a scarecrow
I'm nothin' close to a hero, a zero, closer to Nero if anything
Anti-matter pumpin' nihilistic nothingness through my veins
Maybe existence is meant to be empty, deranged, & insane
Pro'bly when I see the light, I close my eyes & end the blight...
[Journal Entry]
Dear Diary, November 11
[Verse 4]
Ever since ether been spillin' from my cerebellum for serial killin' in the antebellum interim, been chillin' in a complex of crooks, cowboys, villains and freedom was the reasonin'
Wranglin' the desperadoes desperate for martyrdom, karma-comes crashing in
Original Sin forgiven again
The goal of the experiment
Evacuatin' campuses, whole cities cramped & cracklin'
Hostile fuse, the situation's volatile
There's no denial, rewritten life to be worthwhile
Fire-wild, man of gusto, candlelit
Spit incendiary manifesto for my manuscript
Cataloged, branded, stamped & sent to manufacturin' as part of me imaginin' Im tempted toward unravelin' the 9 dimension tunnelin' whilst thumbin' through the numberin'...vortex, engorgin' sorcery
Emergin' from my travels morose & ornery
Need a moment for recalibrations
Aligned my soul, now Im dancin' with the constellations
Started tunin' to the universal vibrations
Wonderin', mu-mu-mumblin' bellicose
Turnin' to grumblin', tummy started ru-ru-rumblin' as-I-rose to a stammerin'
Started ramblin' to damage them
Ended roarin' to manage the......
Massive backlash...capitalists, corporate cash...cow
Now, I'm to exact the matter of fact...how?
Mathematical traps to slash the fascist bastards out...of their profit-driven acts
Wow...they forget, Im omnipotent in this ravishment
Destructin' the establishment, certain death by manuscript!