Something Untitled

I want to get to a point where I can do an entry on here daily. A million and one things on my mind with no where for them to exit, what now? I ask myself this...vain repetition, that is all it is.

I wrote something earlier. I may fix it up and put it over a beat.

Tell me the pains in my stomach aint the summons of my fears

factors at least a hundred dozen

it's puzzling, stumbling' on that tight rope didn't seem to reduce me to plummeting

you can say it's Grace that I'm juggling...by the skin of my teeth

second time this week, please don't rub it in

a lack of sustenance

I asked God for the strength of a hundred men

if I could trade it in...I woulda asked for money

might get lucky, hit the lotto and maybe they'll quit actin funny

just another monkey on my back, 

where the love at? memories snub that

took the axe to my tear-ducts

hoping the tears would clear up...