Excuse muh language nd dont worry about me its not a suicide note if i knew any of u u would see me tommorow its alllll gooood :P

Slippin' off the edge

Im sick of this world so lets scream fuck it
pour the gasoline, the match, i just struck it
dropped it on the world with the least bit of concern
telling god to sit back and just let it burn
if i surve, tommorow ill get high off my ass
overdose the vodka while smokin the grass
see in this world i have nothing better than smokin the ganja
they say i should quit but why would i wanna?
its the reason why these words are coming out of my lips
but not the reason why the blood on my left wrist drips
im sitting on the roof just not giving a shit
who cares if the cops find out that im lit
cuz tommorow ill be gone you better wish me well
maybe someday we'll meet up when i cya in hell.

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Rastapples
Thank you all :D
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Don
It's a rap! I could feel it. Stay with it. Welcome to PF.
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Ellen Voorhees
this is awesome. i feel you about the dro.
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Dream Weaver
yep had days like this :)...great writing:)
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Kesav V Easwaran
good diction...unique poem presentation style...liked the rhyming scheme inside
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Rastapples
Please comment :D
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