Waiting for Saturday

Its September, I smell consequences, reality echoing, a poet, climbing, an elevator, an apartment,

Is it high, what will catch me, this time,

What answers, will be there to greet me,

Naughty dreams, I taste it, it’s coming,

I'll have to, start working.

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Getting Older

Schizophrenia, is a deteriorative, disease, I wonder, if I'll end up, like Picasso, my mind, distorted, is it,

A matter of taste, is it evil, maybe, its just,

Aged, how far, can I get in, before,

The lock and key, stops me,

Its September, its settling,

I smell, consequences.

Turning the Other Cheek

Bitches, kind of make the world go round,

But I just walked out, some chick,

Stabbed his man, there was blood,

Near the elevator, going down,

The stairs, some of them are crazy,

If you push too far, fuck around enough,

You're going to find out, consequences man,

September, I'm falling, just a poet,

Don’t quote it, I wonder,

How it will hit me.