i hope my pencil can pencil,
my disheveled mental, get leveled,
at several thoughts in my temple,
are we living or just surviving,
is the timing of my rhyming mint for the describing of life's odd gray lining,
cuz what is a life of some-sorts,
half the time I don't understand what my ears absorb,
im spun-chords, around my neck and cut-twords,
my arteries why is it so hard for-me,
2 get past it, its 2 hard for-me,
i keep try'ing and its scaring-me
i wish i parting-sea's,
i want 2 be the hottest thing 2 grace a mic.
or replace-a-nite, or atleast have a place-n-life............
i no its simple as shit..but its the first thing ive done in a long time...please give some feedback on how to improve