The Glass House
quarter of a dozen miles from home
or should i say a house
that little glass house
with curtains?
nobody looking in
were happy on the outside if were not we pretend
but if we say that we aren’t well offend
i mean you know this is true my friend
but who’s friends nowadays if its there not money involved
and nobody is getting paid or shit, especially if nobodies getting laid
i paved the way so they can say what they say
the greats told me
mp3 files a results of old cds
we’ve become obsessed
with adhd and ocd
but i see no borders if i do ill dismiss it
and just in cased you missed it
the exits to life are unknown
you take your life they cry at funerals
and then your are gone
unremember
stick around and be remembered
or should i say never forgotten
and a good soul you are
never to be rotten
but if the world does corrupt you
abruptly say i don’t wanna live this way
but for the first time in a long time
don’t live that way
peace love and God
positivity
the news only show us the bad
and thats killing me
killing my passion
or didn’t it strengthen it
it either was or wasn’t it
i can’t decide
its hard to find who we are
in the midst of artificial pride, rumors and lies
and i know that this is truth, says the girl
with runny mascara and bruises under her eye
see she found happiness, yes
but only in a guy
one that would cheat, beat her and worst of all lie
and as she cried, he found life inside
oh my
i seen that shit before YP
that reminds me of the girl with that fuckboy boyfriend
yeah she was dope until she went off the deep end
but where does a lost girl go
only a lost girl knows
so as we gather round to make ourselves feel better by throwing stones
learn to understand what the difference is between a house and a home