Blood Runs Cold

Like a nightmare gone sour
the cd display cases resemble lack of power
the headphones are not doing it for the boy
anger erupting and enough of trying to deploy
my thoughts on the issue of MUSIC ? SUCKING
even the message boards are bluffing
gassing up cds like OH MY GAWD...CLASSIC MATERIAL
NAS LOST AND >>>>> LMAO
silly billy arguments from music to gaming
looking at females that barely give a ? about you
e chatting and snacking on a brew
while a download at the bottom is almost through
meanwhile I'm bothered and bored
thinking of conspiracy theories that I can explore
endure enough of dissing channels and words like swagger
battling myself to avoid piercing the unholy dagger into the hearts
of those who swears i'm hating
no opinions just obligations and focus sessions
recession got a ? depressed
and i'm going vintage on this poetry tip
even though i'm happy with how things are going
holding the hand of my lovely wife even though
i often backstabbed her with the knife
when a eye wink from a lady got me going crazy
thinking of what new ? smells like
the appetite of destruction
towards my own situations
facing lack of patience thats boiling the blood
the love is gone and my passion is lost
smoking a imaginary black while drake is on the track
talking about finding love over drawn all melodies
one thing thats in a poet's skull is the worlds gone ?
and fans are on drugs
not enough manhood too much thuggy loving
not enough women and too much barbie representing
not enough ciphers and too much texting
flexing with a chicken, buck naked, and a grenade in my left palm
playing pocket pool with the right hand laughing at tea party committees
? on Mexicans
digging up the spirits of Che and every revolutionary to wage
unholy epic war against republicans and democratic ?
maybe i need a drink or something to keep me occupied
as i wait for the day armageddon rains down on the sorry and pitiful
i'll be in the room next to the holy bible
praying and laying on the cot bumping Wu Tang Clan Impossible
following by Traveling without Moving
wearing a black jogging suit and fresh pair of nikes
with a molonov cocktail chucking in a room full of gasoline
? everyone and everything