Empty living room thoughts

*loud quiet ,a hand gun and vodka in a flask/

ill riot ,take a shot ,then my ideas would have a blast*

Gotta give the head a rest Train of thoughts bout to crash

Look for signs; you could find some Gemini masked/

Simiese sins / closing in / stitched twins/ no yang but a yin / folding In /

Dancing with the sorrows of tomorrow /

im just tryna borrow/ a Reason

/for leavin /

believing things go with season/

Through these rhymes

/Countless times / I find my mind /- spitting food for though

t/ Distraught half caught/

Hope can't be bought

 Over the counter/ You gotta get in line for a counter /

Transacts/under a counter

While the quiet gets louder /

Champagne sips in the corners of your mind/

peace with a peace to the the temple is my idea of divine /

All work and no play make a nigga try to shine/

Loud silence , a hand gun , Amsterdam in a flask/ take a couple shots cause maybe the pain won't last/

Me and mother wasnt always roommates we used to be part of the same fam /

Now eyes watch each other from distance when we close enough to shake hands/

She hates the boy

because she sees an unfamiliar man/

The swimmer who's soul drowned in a box of sand/

I don't like him either, 

The enemy of my enemy is my friend/ But even then /

We attract opposite sides like magnetic ends

/ Gag and vomit my anger through ball point pens/ T

rying to make a point That boy needs a life vest/

he's given up on life he hasn't found Christ yet

/ Lacking religion/

Thought his spirit was with doves found out it was pigeons/

Found out out it was vultures/

You been dead for so long its apart of your culture/

That not even you it's just a shitty ass sculpture/

Loud quiet , a hand gun , maybe gin in the flask/ take a shot maybe we all could have a blast /

Fuck am I looking up for/

everything i got to give and offer Scattered on the floor/

Holding on to threads of my identity/ Trying to piece it all together/ But it sick when u can't find the remedies/

i'll never be good as my memories/

Soul searching in the dark with my eyes closed/

Reaching for help with my hand closed/

TRYIN to be ambitious in my bathrobe/

Taking the most shit without being an asshole /

Scratching the frustration off the flesh of my skin /

Burning my insides with a bottle of gin /

That's where pain resides fighting fire with fire and expecting a win/

losing my self /

searching for someone else /

The truest emotions of strife / Locked in a cage behind 32 whites/

Thoughts reflected/ and deflected/ in a mirror without light/

Told me to go hell/

been feeling the heat for a minute now I'm convinced that I'm well/

My tears keep me cool enough/

My nigga satan smiling like you couldn't come soon enough

/ "Well shit you know how that goes/ Niggas started with some hope then even that goes/ So now I'm here with you We used to be foes/"

"Nah u ain't in hell

hell is in you/

But u right fighting fire with fire got me chillen too/"

Loud quiet,

a hand gun

belly full of fire

/ driving a street car named desire/

praying to god I don't crash/

watching all this take place from outside of the glass/