FREE EARL, pt. nine

Welcome to my home
The place that I hate
The place that I love
The planet outta apes
The place that I loathe
The boy minus father equals boy minus heart
Always test the mama
Mic sessions thrash
Life lessons trash
Nights get cold, it's the knife that I grab
Zoom to your wife room, take a life with a stab
Sure her ass look nice and look nicer in a bag
And slung over shoulder
Village, Slum soldier
Bayonet blood's where my cup runneth over
Whip Sith Lord dark side of the Force
In the trunk of a Porsche tryna butt fuck Yoda
Shotgun, drop tee, Earl flow shogun
Jab it with a pen while you faggots gettin toes done
Hold up
I was foe goin all grown up
So before you niggas tell me I'm nuts you better grow some
Faggot

Hospital Stories

Pain had taken on a new function. It is no longer empty, meaningless, tragic suffering; it is something else. It had undone folds in my universe. It had become an additional eye with which to see deeper. It had become a thread traveling through all things. It had become my source of faith. Pain had become an asset.

It was then that I realized, there in the emergency room, that I must believe in love. I could not find any other explanation, even though I felt I needed none.

Violate that bitch

Just trying to explain

Whats Popping ?

Badass

Don't

Sometimes I'll be hanging out and people will say, "Fullscreen it." And it's weird, because my first instinct is to say, "Fuck that." But I never do, because I don't have a position on it. I just never fullscreen my shit. Ever. Am I the only one?

Just got to be me

StSanders, deconstructionist