Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Robbed
I can see the sleep
Slowly aging my face
And no care plagues me.
If I’m supposed to
Look so damn old at twenty,
Then bring it on!
My wisdom precedes me
Even shocks me at times,
I usually sit and stare at
Notions and ideas
Until I come up with my own.
Now I paint the pages of my journal
With thoughts and brainstorms,
Plotting ways to save the world
When the world is
Far beyond repair.
Even in the solitude of my dreams,
The world is
Starting to deteriorate.
And now the only thing I can
Think about
Is all the nights of sleep I
Accidentally missed out on
Because insomnia
Robbed me of a good thing.
June 7, 2004
Suge
Slowly aging my face
And no care plagues me.
If I’m supposed to
Look so damn old at twenty,
Then bring it on!
My wisdom precedes me
Even shocks me at times,
I usually sit and stare at
Notions and ideas
Until I come up with my own.
Now I paint the pages of my journal
With thoughts and brainstorms,
Plotting ways to save the world
When the world is
Far beyond repair.
Even in the solitude of my dreams,
The world is
Starting to deteriorate.
And now the only thing I can
Think about
Is all the nights of sleep I
Accidentally missed out on
Because insomnia
Robbed me of a good thing.
June 7, 2004
Suge
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