*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…THE EMPTY

Follow me now. I’m just describing a feeling here…

“A box without it’s contents,

boxing with my conscience,

Rocky when it come to sparring with my shadow – I’m just…

A champ in it,

dampening the mood a little,

-pardon if I brood a little – mind slips…

I’ve just been subdued a little.

They say get busy living,

if life’s work,

my cubicle’s a bit small for all of my life’s work.

So my first thought is: Make space,

Get busy dyin is the other choice,

I can hear the other voice…

Tryin’a fuck-up the boy…

devil on my left,

the angel on my right,

tryin’a again to fill up another void.

But it’s too massive,

a true chasm,

-You can pull rabbits of out my chest – it’d be true magic

-you would have to use to put back in,

the right components,

the cusp between wanting and not wanting, I’m on it.

When I’m alone with myself,

I go in a mode where I might condone me depriving myself…

Of Life itself!

Might as well – my only attonement,

is going off the deep-end so I can dive into Hell!

Knowing it’s a sin if you subscribe to that belief,

but suicide is a relief – and all I leave behind is a shell…

Of my former self- shell of a man,

have my fam sayin ‘how could he? he was so intelligent, damn!’

but then,

it won’t matter tho…

I’ll just be laying in a ditch now,

empty out the clip -blowe!

Tally-Ho!

Why is my niggsa alway talkin’ that friendly shit?

You friends never be around when depression hit!

It’s too late,

they wonder why you ain’t express the shit,

I can’t explain – it’s nothin as tragic as Emptiness…”

Hope you learned something….

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