Spilled guts with a clean-cut, 
Heart’s loose, held with a tight noose.
Mind’s killed, still filled, 
It’s not easy takeing news at the bottom of a hill.
Words keep screwing my head like a drill, 
Everytime it replay’s I hit snooze and run my relay.
I must fess, This world I wake to is a mess.
Each day im wanting more of less, 
Finally I got my feeling’s of my chest.
Speaking was my biggest test. 
Now this question you keep dealing, 
My glass is half full, Maybe im just a blind fool.
I don’t need a stool to see you’re a handful, 
I got enough ice to keep your day cool.
Enough fuel to make you drip drool, 
I’m out before I make your mind roll.