Brimstone & ashes
Hell don’t even scare me, life be done already prepared me baby, oblivion already dared me, to look in the abyss, It judged me both unfairly and fairly. Escaped but only barely,
Still got the scars, a pound of flesh taken, got the devil sinning and grinning all the while he got his skillet sizziling and hell everyday be smelling more and more like bacon. Lesser men, would have already died shaking.
But see, I gives a fuck, I keep plowing through mutha fuckas, like red neck truckas causing a ruckus, got hard core dudes acting like fools, giving up the ass like they hookers.
You ain’t even see me angry, hand me, a nine mil, see you selling and popping pills and giving pills to my people and have them be getting ill thinking you be chill, but it’s my mutha fucking people you kill at will and I will, get this shit handled like Uma Thurman in kill bill.
Corey B much love to you. Catch you on the flip side. Life be like rough love, tough love, you’ll be like never forgotten, but who wrecked you dude? Who gave you or sold you those oxycontin? Their soul is straight rotten, But I suppose I can’t spend a life time hating, but I spit the curse of all curses on that marked soul that sold you death and took your last breath, hell is salivating and waiting and it’ll start with a sharp, penetrating pain in his or her chest.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, to mourn is to feel a pain that burns and stomps you on the inside and won’t subside, making it seem like every breath and exhale can crush a bus. I can’t help but to look for someone to blame, someone to mangle, strangle it rips my soul apart to be objective and look at the situation from every angle. To ignore your own agony is a lesson in futility especially when your heart is broken and when you realize what we choose to do in life is ultimately our own responsibility. Damn man! This shit is killing me!
So I’m watch my drinking and partying a lot more and keep my shit mellow, because now I know its hard as fuck to say goodbye to family and friends and I’d rather be saying what’s up, throw my duces up and say hello.
So I’m watch my drinking and partying a lot more and keep my shit mellow, because now I know its hard as fuck to say goodbye to family and friends and I’d rather be saying what’s up, throw my duces up and say hello.
Hell don’t even scare me, life be done already prepared me baby, oblivion already dared me, to look in the abyss, It judged me both unfairly and fairly. Escaped but only barely.
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