He says to spit about it

But that nigga cant even b real about his shit 

All his game playin&

His lame ways

Its all old shit

Cold shit

What i dont understand

Is how he could just do me like this

I aint no weak bitch

No dumb ass meek bitch

  Im a sweet bitch

A bitch you should eat

Bitch! 

Ive gave u chances

after chances

u just keep wit the maddness

Is it the curcumstsnces that made this shit happen

R your bad intentions

Ur phony ambitions

i aint the one that needs a lesson.

i deserve.some blessings

Some embracing some love making .

ive only had good intentions

all im asking is for you to listen But your face expressions show that you dont want to even give me attention

Ur blameless as you say this nigga

your shameless

its all the same

am i just a name in this game

that you play

but nigga i aint a toy and your not no boy

so stop all this playin

and lets get on the same page

u act like you dont want me so say.it 

and own it

we both grown shit!

im done with the cryin

the whining

i want to start rhymin

about some new SHIT!          

Listen...I buried a King's worth of treasure....enough...*cough*...to make generation after generation...*cough, cough*...beyond comfortable.

It's all yours....you just need to dig it up. C'mere...let me whisper in your ear where it *cough* is.

The treasure.....is buried....in...the....

FLATLINE.......

Friday. Summer. Seattle.

Listening to old songs on YouTube.

Right now it's Jefferson Airplane:

Comin' Back To Me

Sitting here in the late afternoon,

my dog out back after eating a bowl of kibble

with his egg cracked over the top

-spoiled rotten

but he should be

-half glass of vodka gone

the music pours through

sad and without aim

but sad across the heart

thinking about my mother in the ground

my old man in the ground

my Border Collie angel dog in the ground

-pushing 44 behind this machine

the word disease found me as a boy

and led me through some dark shit

of years to come out on this side

but the words never left

they became stronger

and faster,

better, more brutal,

whether in beauty or in damage,

in stories or poems or novels.

The song ends and I sit here now

well-off

clean

in silence

except the window fan humming

-my thoughts on the words

-all the fears I had of not making it

or making it

blown to bits

like I hoped they would be

-like the words knew they

would be.

Pause. Minimize file. Search for Motörhead

Ace of Spades

click play

raise the glass

feel the metal

lean into the keys.

Nothing good needs to change.