Love for me is a fable. the lonely stoner fits my label.

Just like kid cudi. I love my weed. I love my money. been fucked over so many times shit aint even funny. Couldn’t even score with a whore like a playboy bunny.

The universe hates me it wants to replace me. Blesses me intelligence the diligence to do anything I please however, im viewed as Marcus the menace. My emotions get chopped up like garden lettuce.

Here Time stands still. This is the end of me. The end of you. Where has the sun gone? Mr.Moon is at bay he went too play.

For once theres nothing left too say. A little boy left on the swing to slowly sway all his problems away.

Swings just to dream for another day.

Minds polluted with the presence of drugs never cheated on the nugs.

Not sure if there is a deity. I say with clarity the idea of death is truly scaring me.

What happens after my last breath will I realize life was some test?

If it is what makes you better than the rest?

My Thoughts poullted with depression. sick of this suppression.

Tonight im making an attack. taking back my mind with a steady regression.

Get children hooked on drugs. Making kids villains. ADHD no problem the doctor says give the boy a Ritalin.

Love songs confuse me thoughts of love elude me.

Another night with mary Jane. She wore her chronic dress I was impressed. out of the bag and into the bowl. Thoughts of clarity and sincerity embrace me.

Enter a world of deep mediation just breezed past a space station.

One more drag like a rag I flew across the Martian nation.

Just passed a turtle dove went back and learned of love.

Won’t give up on women.

The others were just spit up I’m not the kinda man just to give up.

On top of this darkness a speckle of hope.

A rope.