Reflection

I used to give a fuck A long time ago days were filled with juice Tv and oreos, if you saw me then You could never see who I am I'm 100 years of torture with a bullet in this hand You can see me now cause there ain't nothing else left My brain is a disaster, all panic in my breath Give me shelter now, I really need my rest I used to give a fuck A long time ago days were filled with juice Tv and oreos, if you saw me then You could never see who I am I'm 100 years of torture with the bullet in this hand You can see me now cause there ain't nothing else left My brain is a disaster, all panic in my breath Give me shelter now, I really need my rest There ain't nobody flyer than me I say a couple words and you can hear the birds sink in the trees The fetus and the earth glistens to breeze Until he listens to greed with age He whistles and bleeds I would shake your hand but my fingers are picking under the dust Crumble paper bag, skin in the dust But who can leave, society is digits and plus We live in the us, before we're crippled, picture of us It's sickening, god, dreams of dogs biting the dove I forget the last time that I was living in love Or spend my nights drinking it down and living it up And by the morning feel the sickness of a blistering cup Wondering if I've been feeling it, picking the ground Like a thousand pounds lifter but we stitching it up Until the next time I'm feeling limited with the bust And hit the pillow like a bus till the bars cross For a minute I forget that I was stuck in the gun There's no fuss, but some of the time it's all fuss There was a time when I felt yeah, the presence of hell Tucking at my caught arms with the sensitive smell of smoke I'm in to your cove where I should've fell Falling in the well of fire, walking the desert of many marksmen But I couldn't find my canteen like carmen cause karma is my last girlfriend You can see me now cause there ain't nothing else left My brain is a disaster, I hold panic in my breath If you saw me then you could never see who I am I'm 100 years of torture with the bullet in this hand I'm supposed to tell you that I get laid every day And stay undefeated but since I was a fetus Working minimum wages that mind frame Got this place rhyming in cages, living half life Radiations stuck to the pages I make records but I want nothing to do with history The only time I'm feeling fine is in my inner sleep The only time I'm seeing shine is in the reflection So I throw stones at them, I throw stones I throw stones at them, I throw stones --- Reflection - Jonwayne