Saturday's Conversation

I don't know why I'm here in the first place.
I was just comparing the stress to how much the earth weighs.
My shoulders are down to the ground, I guess I need a firm break.
How is the sound of my very own earthquake?
I hear a hound on the mountain top.
I think I found out that a fountain stopped.
My thirst is real, I don't think it's bound to stop.
And my hunger is great, with a plate of sound and rocks....
I put my time and work in these pieces.
I rhyme, I jerk, I cuss at the teachers.
I just wish it wasn't prefered.....
Cause at the end...
It leaves me speechless...

Was it me that was hurt?
Does it redeem that I'm dirt?
Being in this shirt -
Keeps me dreaming since my birth.
About disappearing, but first...
I would heal all those that I'm fearing I've cursed.
Steering all in the path of -
A great, big gulp or gasp of.
Freedom or harshly bashed love.
See them, being fucking mashed up?
The thirst of being a bad one!
I feel Imma burst, being the sad one.
Keeps me seeming Im to be versed, I am flagged up.

I'm a danger to the streets, a danger to myself.
I keep strangers between my teeth.
My danger isn't my health.
A wanker, I repeat.
Has faith and bad wealth.
Straight anger, take a seat.
You've been with me since twelve...
I guess you gotta leave me...
Do you feel me?.....
Yeah....