It’s funny how we destroy flowers because we think they are beautiful
But we destroy ourselves because we think we are ugly.
What really is beautiful?
What really is ugly?
The idea of “beauty”can be anything
From a well-done painting
To a dead horse
Anything can be beautiful
You just have to open your eyes.
I’m an incest little inbred with some yellowheads
I seen a skinhead in the binshed is what the fella said
I wake up in the morning and then I wet the bed
Go into the kitchen and get a full Irish breakfast
Then I go missing with a 6 pack of Tennants
Then I go kissing a beur and then get her pregnant.
Popping pretty little flowers
I’m already coming up
Music blasting through the speakers
The vodka swimming in my cup
Wading through the galaxies
Through the moon, the stars and every planet in between
Stuck in constellations, it feels just like a dream
I take a step into the void and then I’m swallowed whole
And now I’m stuck on the galaxy’s edge
I’m not ready to come back to Earth
Years have been dedicated
To eradicate the racist race
Another court case to take place
And another mother heartbroken but
Still putting a fake smile upon her face
Young kids dream that he’s trying to chase
But it’s even harder because his skin tone puts him in second place.
After so long, in a stand still
Eventually racism people will kill.
I got two grams on Thursday
To get me through the day
Something to keep me going down the road
Even just a little ways
It helps to calm my mind
I start to feel my breathing
Soon the feelings gone
And so is another day
I guess it brought me down the road
But I think I went the wrong way.
I’ll never forget falling in love
Not with a particular person
With everything around me
Nobody will ever see the things I see,
I love the rain and hate when people complain
Bring the good to a bad situation
It’s small but makes a difference.
I understand that not everybody has that
But I’m glad I do.
My life is like a broken record
Playing again and again
I love you.
He always made me laugh
He never made me cry
The day I’ll never forget
Is the day I said goodbye.
Death is something in life we must all experience
Heartbroken at the age of 12
I just wish I didn’t sometimes sit and wonder why.
My life revolves around the sesh,
me and the boys going on it hard in Bangladesh
floating to the metro and do a few lines in the stall but that’s not all.
Hopping on the Luas up to Saggart
Popping a few tabs and staring at the walls it’s like art.
Listening to the music, to the beat.
I can feel the soundwaves vibrating through me.
My perception of things have changed,
I realise my life and how I got here isn’t arranged.
I’m insignificant in this masterplan
this so-called God has laid out for me
In the end of it all it’s just me
and the boys waking up changed men after smoking DMT.