LouKramer

If you are a friend to me help me concoct a recipe for my hibernation medication from reality I’m just trying to party without thinkin bout the end of me yeah I know this place is lit but I’m my own worst enemy Putting on a smile and you know most times I feel it But when that demon resurfaces you know I tend to conceal it Too honest for confidence regarding my own competence losing faith in hope while chasing a desert of consciousness Showing off my wordplay and lyrical skills I’m not happy with cheap thrills or cowardly kills Lying in my bed; the grandfather clock is ticking Will I be a great father to feet I’ll feel kicking? Is there an answer to life? Do we have a purpose of earth? Did I leave the oven on? What is really my worth All these thoughts in my head. Can they stop please? Bouncing around so much my MRI be like swiss cheese Hello from the outside. It’s getting kinda lonely. I’m looking at the inside and everyone looks so cozy. Surround myself with people cause being alone I fear it When a tree falls in the desert man no one f*cking hears it Roll my lazy ass out of bed Step in to the shower clear all thoughts from my head I step outside; the sun feels a bit warmer There’s bad days and good days I hope it’s not the former Stroll down to the corner and see a buddy I knew From back in grade 2 now I don’t feel so blue Sleepwalking barely talking down at that 9 to 5 A passive passenger in my time on life’s ride Going through all the motions on earth’s locomotion Wishing I had a genie or a good luck potion. Felix I’m a genius I fiend for this Bust in breaking bones will it be a knee or wrist? Eating up the rap game like Jhene’s groceries Listening to 20 years back that’s the way it’s post to be The music is close to me but yet I feel indifferent Creation of motivation is very intermittent An intermission in life my present location apprehensive bout my family and destined vocation popping addy and dipping just to get shit done with fun on the run my life feels done chasing the hope that I held when I was younger Never had to hunger and was filled with wonder An explorer without a map of the world An explorer who still had his flag unfurled But my boat set sail and reached it’s destination And now there’s complications not to mention irritations I’m in contemplation bout how to solve the problem My mind in isolation and glass half to the bottom A shotgun blast to the head might do the trick But I’m too lazy so instead I’ll flick the bic I have a feeling that I was meant to die younger that I surpassed my prime and now am falling under But I’ll fight the tide and I’ll survive the ride Ain’t now way I’m giving up until I’ve died!