5th block

Got off at the dock.
One time I seen a fox.
One time I saw a glock.
One time something of mine got hocked.
One time I beat up a jock.
One time I use to leave the doors unlocked.
One time one of these poems was mocked.
One time I forgot to knock.
One time I couldn't find a clock.
One time I lost a sock.
One time I use to talk.
Everywhere I'd always walk.
Some how always managed to get back to 5th block


Get My Way

The most sincere thing I'll ever say.
That is it doesn't matter if I stay.
It always has to be your way.
I think I'm just getting in the way.
if you really want it to be this way.
There's nothing I ever want to have to say.
In my eyes the obvious pain.
Of this life of mine that is constantly just insane.
If you want I'll go away.
Never again in your bed I'll lay.
Cause I just live in constant pain.
Don't want to wake up again to another day.
I sit back and mind my fate.
A destiny of nothing great.
Apologizing for all my hate.
But knowing my feelings will stay the same.
My love could be something great.
But my life is getting late.
For 3 days I was an inmate.
For 3 days I understood how much my life I hate.
The picture I paint.
Whether a bitch or a saint.
It doesn't matter cause I'll just always be that way.