Take a look at the situation.

Thoughts of that joyous, righteous and pure
are swallowed by pride,
for in pain there's no cure.

Where one used to laugh, happy and free
are shackled and bound,
for all to see.

Where freedom, free spirit and power of will
are all pushed aside,
sliding full force downhill.

Deep in your sorrow, you've buried your shame.
Born from foolishness,
foolish you remain.

The apples has fallen right next to the tree.

Surprisingly enough

It hadn't been me....

This boy.

Who can move away at the drop of a hat...and not come back?
Who doesn't have to hide behind scholarships, loans or FREE TUITION?
Who doesn't have to join the military so the government can PROVIDE for them?
Who has applicable social skills, and can meet new people and live with?
Who has near perfect credit, and can financially support himself anywhere he goes?
Who can actually WORK for what he gets?
Who can FINANCIALLY  handle ADULT RESPONSBILITIES, where most can't or choose not to?
Who FORCEFULLY puts themselves in places/situations where HE only has HIMSELF for guidance and support?
Who CHOOSES NOT TO DEPEND on "friends" and family or a Girlfriend so as to gain strength and learn to walk on his own two feet?

This "boy".
 
I will tell you something about this "boy".
 
He isn't mature in some areas..

BUT, HE IS LEARNING, LIVING REAL LIFE and CAN FINANCIALLY AFFORD TO DO THIS ON HIS OWN.
 
Where most need there parents and/or friends for help and support.
 
Yes, he laughs and pity the scums that walk this earth.
Who live each day to day to party or get some petty ass.
Who have no class, no self respect.
 
He always will remain on top.
 
While the others will coward and hide behind there friends and family.
 
Show yourself to the world for what you're truly worth
 
Maggots

Please read.

I write this as I'm driving through this snow storm to Anchorage.


If I pass away, I wish to be remembered as a gentleman.
I sometimes feel I don't deserve that title, so atleast let me pass away
as someone respected till the end.

Thank you.

Girls

They think they got there fingers slipped
around this shit
Girls think again.
Gossip lies rumors?
where the ---- do I began?
lets pretend
that most woman are a saint,
pretend that they are an angel
of this picture that I paint
Well they ain't

Let me restraint
myself,
from name calling
cuz ballin ain't helping,
Slutty, Self Sorry, Sorority..
Whoops
Enough name calling,
they know when I'm bein crass.
But are they smart enough
to really just try and grasp
where exactly that i'm from
cuz a lotta women i'm seein
are being plain dumb.
A benefit of the doubt,
No more will I give them
cuz all they seem to wanna do
is go out and get some
when they just don't realize
how they look
from another
self dignified pair of eyes.
It's a shame,
Who's to blame?
Only those I won't name.




My shits So sick
I have to spit,
admit
I'm right
Girls get quiet
when I speak my mind
They used to have
the upper hand
But not this time!
What?
You want some love?
You won't get none
This sums up my point to a T
get the fuck outta my way
Bitch, don't make me!
"What you gonna do Chase?"
What I shoulda done
in the very first place.
Get off this track,
cuz the way I sound
is a tad bit wack.
I might double over
from a heart attack.
cuz all this crack
makes me believe
girls aren't all that.
Lets put em in the sack
smack em in the head
and see how the like that.

I slipped and fell in shit instead of love.

Shit, put that picture from the shelf up on the wall and lay it face down
annoyed, so overjoyed, I'm pretty hate bound.
guilt from my trip, paranoia's got me zipped lipped, pleading the fifth
and I could never come to a firm grip

Yea I played the silent card, yea I played it real hard,
personality, and emotion, there is no regard.
I can't help but wonder if I never left all
would have it been real better for me and you after all?


I'm done asking questions,
only answers can help now

don't think I see you frontin,
Bitch!
I can call every foul!

I can call every shot!
Damn me to hell, if I pity myself now intentionally or not!

I'm not stopping here, I've got some shit on my chest
that'll hit you full force with or without your bullet proof vest!

Ahem *clears throat*

Me against the world, Maybe not or maybe or so.
Where's the motivation when you have nowhere to go?
Concentration at a lack,
they say you never should turn back
but where wold be the fun in that?

Pistol whipped and now I'm dead
But look who's alive inside your head.

These words are tattooed and you'll never forget

REMEMBER WHO'S WORTHY
AND WHO'S MADE OF SHIT.