Ware and Tare

Have you been in something so long to where you get bored or people aint feeling you no more? Number dropped you feel like you in some type of dry spot. Well that's how i feel i lay here without to put pen to pad and be glad i can write without the pain and shed a tear. Is the material i release that make me a  disease? Or is it the fact that i dont feel inspired even when my favorite verse are on repeat. Im not a toe sucker but i seem to taste defeat. Im as real as they come the last of my kind im going extinct. Before i fall-sit down, take my lost and drink myself under the sink. You know what's crazy? I'd drink before i smoke but ill smoke more than ill drink cause if im drunk im more wild then i think. I mean i could stand to lose a couple of brain cells since they excel at a higher rate. Im as tired as a tire with no armour all driving over pot holes that i know ain't safe. Isn't it inspiring that with rhymes i expire or retire the common sense. Cant find a penny for thought, a nickel for head, a dime in my bed, or a quarter to keep above it but thats the common cents. Walk into a room full of hopes and dreams,  fear of commitment, thrown things, burning hearts, lies, single people pursuing the women with guys whose not out doing things, but those are the common scents. Love and effection thats efffective, time, attention, speedy heart melt texts, urge to feel good or you belong, just things thats been invested but haven't been felt since. Suicide at the cut they felt like they took a risk. Shooting a shot at a good girl who wants to become a bad bitch so you miss. You feel like a toilet bowl cause you see her go out with a thug who only hurts her so you feel shitted on and yet pissed. Cause you couldve gave her the world instead she up on someone's "hit" list. You forget about it don't even worry that was the possible outcome for a girl to accept when she's made a terrible attempt. You laugh about it cause she on social media saying it should be a crime you say "yeah it could be an emotional offense". But back to our regularly scheduled program. No need for commercials, no rehearsals  just going on live to you digging a ditch. You say oh well but yet not realizing that you getting closer to hell. You suppose to be building to get high enough to see heaven. You say it's a grave for your coffin you digging it with a shovel made of their bullshit you cant get out of please find a reverend.

P. S just cause i haven't addressed it doesn't mean it don't pain me to not say nothing about it. You muthafuckers yall think yall got me. You think you can just rush in through the front door and kill me.  All this ware and tare on my body, and im still going out like tony. I owe you nothing i gave all i have to you. You fucking vulture, you parasite, what more could you want. Yeah i remember when i said ill be the freak you can taunt. But i didnt say you could haunt me all my life. I didnt say that every mistake i made, you killing makes it right. How could i have known the things i didnt then. I didnt but i held my head high with a smile or a grin. But go ahead fuck all my last words its a shame that you do this after all the years of knowing me. Then there it was standing over me and it's name was poetry.