Make it Rain
Journals
After RS
Un tipo loco
declares
I got an interview with Harvard tomorrow
Gonna get up at 1 am right now its 1130 am
Been
screaming non stop
Gillie da kid ghostwriter
Be like Cannon
Dis youth
terrible attention deficit
Loose oversized
jeans with no belts
Chucks no
laces
No braces
with sores on gums
Son I’m no ignorant chump
I got my knowledge I signed up for
illuminati
When I’m alone I’m a monster
When I’m with peoples I get shook
How you do it Ant
In front of all those people
Big pool
gotta dive in
How are you
surviving
Ridiculous
fool running around weary mask
Sociably
barely known locally
Vocally
identified before having any place
In bullshit
conversation
Inject
isolation intravenously
Previously
desired greater mananas
Now prisoner
of your palabras
Disciplined
by drama
Can’t even
pretend to be calmer
Hypebeast is
on overdrive
Stupido zone
eyeballs rolling back in blessed skull
Beloved baba
precedent over rising above
Elevation
held back by grimy gravity
What is
sanity when we all barely hanging on
Nails poorly
hammered floor board squeaking
One eye
peeking behind bangs
Don’t let
your hope hang off a tree
Can you
believe blood on leaves from brown brain
Hanging in
breeze sad strange fruit
Pursuit of
death instead of defining your life
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