Another Mac Miller-
I know it’s going to happen again. I wake up every morning as the moon is still out and death is still in my system. All I do is await for drugs to hit and my adrenaline to rush in.
I know my knowledge is beyond, wise and greatness... It would humble you all. But death is near too.
The nonchalant soul that is just accepting it all. I’ll be another Mac Miller; doing the same thing as usual but then I’ll fall under God’s plan. Highest Power knows I think about suicide about a hundred times a day but I’m too strong minded to follow through.
So I only await.
Nonchalant.
Drugged out and all they wanna do is back it up on me and text me come over. Never give me that attention I want...auto correct, attention I need.
I don’t want the money, I only want the attention for my greatness not just the little kisses that lay all over my neck.
Those kisses.
They scared to call me a Young God or Godhead because of their insecurities and lack of knowledge about the life they live. They don’t want to admit they still little kids. I only pray for the world to notice me and see what I want to be.
Ego or Truth?
My book of soul is near the half way point so I know my time is coming soon. They know but don’t speak up but when my last breath is takin they will finally appreciate me and thank me.
Thinking about my death like do I want the ashes or to be buried in gold. Didn’t think it would happen but I’m telling myself fuck you too. And I know i mean it this time around... right?
Everyone lying about loyalty and then there’s me.
I’m just too good hearted to mean it.
His pain and mine.
Nonchalant about my fears and I let them all know... I am ready for my death. This is when they say what that fuck, damn you crazy or they love it and say let’s fuck.
All these thoughts of death but this almighty highest power just keeps blessing me. But I know I’m just a good soul and energy.
Just… keeps… blessing… me!
But still…
Every night it’s another debate about standing in line to enter Heaven gates or do a line. Maybe then I’ll be high and gone enough to say Hi and Goodbye. Another night going by.
Love got me nervous and cautious about blowing out my windpipes. And at this rate of hatred and lust it’s feeling like I might get my windpipes cracked. I’m really rolling the dice and getting crapped out.
Tomorrow could always be the possibility of a new life.
But...
I know it’s going to happen again. I wake up every morning as the moon is still out and death is still in my system. All I do is await for drugs to hit and my adrenaline to rush in.
I know my knowledge is beyond, wise and greatness... It would humble you all. But death is near too.
My book of soul is near the half way point so I know my time is coming soon. They know but don’t speak up but when my last breath is takin they will finally appreciate me and thank me.
“You got the world right in your hands.
And that responsibility is unescapable.
I promise that I'll be a different man.
Please give me the chance to go and live again.
I'm having some trouble, can you give a hand?
It seems perfection really is so unattainable,
Don't even say you about to end it all,
Your life is precious, ain't no need to go and kill yourself. I'm not so sure that there's an end at all... I wish the truth would just reveal itself,
Who do you call to make it to the top?”
I think about suicide about a hundred times a day but I’m too strong minded to follow through.
So I only await.
Another Malcolm James McCormick.
I pray that this morning doesn’t happen again.
“Look, I'm posing a question.
How many been empty and holding aggression?
Close to depression.
Open your eyes and just focus a second.
Fuck a recession, My mind is my weapon, I'm letting it go...
Loading and pointing at negative energy.”
Click.
Boom.
And now I’m aligning myself and working on this balance of emotions and life, this synergy.
A lot of the time all this seems like some sort of wizardry but one day I know I’ll stand tall like the Statue of Liberty.
“The Mind of Lorenzo”