RMC

Feelings warm coincide
with the conflict I hide,
hurricane makes fame in my
path you won’t survive.

The warmth of the water wells
tells of a more intensive swell
in ground found down by hell
none survive stories I tell.

Make believe in my soul
I do of course it tries to console
but inside me there is a hole
placed inside me called spite I control.

Deep under the lips I possess
words that burn fire ones that hurt less
under this this trauma duress
is a heart that needs rest.

No victim am I for the sun shines
into the vines overgrown mine
is a shade for greed in my spine
for the way that feels fine drinking wine.

Life is short abort the course
you direct your path please abort
all the disrespectful chimes you retort
for the inside of you I can report.

Think of it down in your soul,
do you think I’m a fool out of control?
Just drowning this frown nightly
for damned is my black soul?

No I won’t go backwards I’ll crack
back to the right track in fact
I feel so damn good my supply
might give me a heart attack.

Fiend I’ve never been infested
by tainted euphoria just pills
I take give a peace and ease still,
they keep me true and real.

Roasting in hell sleepless nights
under delusions of hurt and pain
I found what is the truth I change
every day from the blood in my veins.

The hurricane has me sleeping
in dissaray the past has a way creeping
in is the wind I’ve a friend keep
rest I sleep after I weep thinking.

Of the duress and trauma,
momma said in dread I was gone.
Don’t dread the humidity it’s a sauna
here in the south we live in a song.

Let the dulcet trip down a lit path,
find a home calm without wrath
be a sinew a calm at last,
for hell we found after the math.

So I rise up and offend
a light step and a home and a friend
am I of thoughts I ought to just end
this trip I flip in a script again.

But fuck that shit I am veins,
insane brain I think it insane
that to find myself back here again
would be more of just the same.

Momma I’m a goner tell my friend
that the gin it slipt in again
while the denial I used to file in
order doesn’t happen there’s an end.

If I find it I won’t go under thunder
won’t grasp my soul control
is a delusion the solution you wonder
but I know it in my soul.

So I’ll keep smoke I choke daily
I don’t care I need a fair
hand to land me dance calm lately
I found sleep now I care.