The Poster Boy Of Excellence
Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 12:07 pm
Sometimes things are best kept real even with the sex deal
my margin of error slim, I knew this relationship came out of left field
I guess it's an I-deal world, as in you handle your own issues
I'm running my life so hard I'm ripping my bone tissues
I feel so misused, I've thrown tissues into a million waste baskets
it takes great practice to make every one you like made baskets
I get my ass kicked for every mistake glance and habits
I'm man with madness, my drive will kill me, RIP to Randy Savage
I stand with sadness, misery goes away at a slow pace
I gave her no space, and was scared to death when I saw her cold face
she displayed a show case of how you can wreck even the best of soul mates
it made me so raged I wanted to go home and get jacked up like phone rates
I think I'll be lonely until old age, as these days keep blazing by
I remember saying hi, a million times it made me cry, this is my crazy side
because the lower you drop the expectations keep raising high
that maybe why, my anxiety and intensity help me stay alive
because if I stop for one second, I might break and fold
I only have the ability to shape and mold my life if I take control
I also have this feeling that everyone else depends on me
it's stupid, but if you're my friend it's like you're my greatest enemy
because when I mess up, it all falls on my not so broad shoulders
plus I'm not a business man, I just make money like stock brokers
I dropped the earth from my hands I feel like I'm letting the whole world down
I lost the one girl I found who I could take my busy schedule and work around
its disturbing how a person gives you eternal purpose one month
to hurting something so perfect, that's when you get dumped
nothing is worth this, confronting the pain has you jumpy and nervous
in a way it's comfy because the love is like the color purple when it comes to the surface
it surely wasn't about money, she was just out of college
but together we were on the grind and that's how I saw it
when it was time to acknowledge the end, I drank like an alcoholic to fend
I promised that I wouldn't be Mulatto and demolish a friend
but on the opposite end, I was hurting inside trying to process the truth
searching for pride, I was constantly juiced, the monster was loose
I just couldn't find my confidence boost, I kept talking until I was to tired to speak
then I ran 30 miles a week, I have low self esteem, why you think my style is deep
inspired by beats I spit fire, but the sadness made me abandon my mission
I ran like a chicken with his head cut off and only Shanda managed to listen
at this time I was losing my standard of living, I needed to be slapped hardly
because I was going fucking crazy like the fat Matt Hardy at a Frat Party
I had truly touched the bottom, I was crushed and crawling
it's so hard to give up when you have so much in common
love is nothing but a problem that starts wobbling with a slight doubt
just a rotten gobling with a nice mouth stopping only to suck your life out
my margin of error slim, I knew this relationship came out of left field
I guess it's an I-deal world, as in you handle your own issues
I'm running my life so hard I'm ripping my bone tissues
I feel so misused, I've thrown tissues into a million waste baskets
it takes great practice to make every one you like made baskets
I get my ass kicked for every mistake glance and habits
I'm man with madness, my drive will kill me, RIP to Randy Savage
I stand with sadness, misery goes away at a slow pace
I gave her no space, and was scared to death when I saw her cold face
she displayed a show case of how you can wreck even the best of soul mates
it made me so raged I wanted to go home and get jacked up like phone rates
I think I'll be lonely until old age, as these days keep blazing by
I remember saying hi, a million times it made me cry, this is my crazy side
because the lower you drop the expectations keep raising high
that maybe why, my anxiety and intensity help me stay alive
because if I stop for one second, I might break and fold
I only have the ability to shape and mold my life if I take control
I also have this feeling that everyone else depends on me
it's stupid, but if you're my friend it's like you're my greatest enemy
because when I mess up, it all falls on my not so broad shoulders
plus I'm not a business man, I just make money like stock brokers
I dropped the earth from my hands I feel like I'm letting the whole world down
I lost the one girl I found who I could take my busy schedule and work around
its disturbing how a person gives you eternal purpose one month
to hurting something so perfect, that's when you get dumped
nothing is worth this, confronting the pain has you jumpy and nervous
in a way it's comfy because the love is like the color purple when it comes to the surface
it surely wasn't about money, she was just out of college
but together we were on the grind and that's how I saw it
when it was time to acknowledge the end, I drank like an alcoholic to fend
I promised that I wouldn't be Mulatto and demolish a friend
but on the opposite end, I was hurting inside trying to process the truth
searching for pride, I was constantly juiced, the monster was loose
I just couldn't find my confidence boost, I kept talking until I was to tired to speak
then I ran 30 miles a week, I have low self esteem, why you think my style is deep
inspired by beats I spit fire, but the sadness made me abandon my mission
I ran like a chicken with his head cut off and only Shanda managed to listen
at this time I was losing my standard of living, I needed to be slapped hardly
because I was going fucking crazy like the fat Matt Hardy at a Frat Party
I had truly touched the bottom, I was crushed and crawling
it's so hard to give up when you have so much in common
love is nothing but a problem that starts wobbling with a slight doubt
just a rotten gobling with a nice mouth stopping only to suck your life out