where to start where to start
to start its been about a decade and 12 since i've written anything for the direct purpose of pleasuring the keyboard but i figure why keep faking..that keyboard did nothing to me, i just never called back. anyway anyhow anywhere to choose to write will come out in words none to eloquent. fuck trees..fuck all the trees that ever ever decide that they'll be selfish and fall into roads ultimately upsetting young ladies with hopes and dreams.
The air is cold
The heats turned up
And every morning speaks bitter remembrance
Who are you child?
What's your name?
Could have sworn I'd seen your face before
I'm the boy fallen from grace.
I tried so hard to get ahead life the greatest race.
Now I'm trying to save a little face
I'm one of Decembers Children.
Months went by
Some things still not clear
Believe me cause I hear the whispers in my ear.
I was in denial
Now not so much
It's time that I stop using such a worn-out old crutch.
What's my names not important
Who I am so very much
I won't say I'm sorry, it just isn't enough.
I'm one of Decembers Children.
If and when I ever grow up
I'll never forget how much I fucked up.
It's the story heard one time too many.
I'm one of Decembers Children. ~Spellman
Nusery rhymes were the sickest...Mother Goose and Little Boy Blue had it fucking going on. But it's not so much that I think they're sick but that they think they're sick..confidence is everything these days..if you don't have you'll surely sink to the bottom and I just don't feel like jumping into those nursery rhymes fucking problems. fuck mobb deep. | 
