Somethin Quick...

Misery keeps grabbin me
I would smile
but my insides won't gather the mentality
All of my beliefs have gone
Once believed are ripped and blown
Not a tear. . .
Eyes stay drier than the Sahara
. .Inside I'm breakin down
an effortless battle leaves me defeated by my own shadow
I no longer long. . .
for Shit!
Don't give a Fuck about things anymore
My Heart, mind and body is sore
yet I drag along life
lift and press my feet against the cold floor
"You gotta treat life like an elevator"
The only problem is that mine's been like a broken esculator
. . . .depressed "Now or later"
What the Fuck is Love??
What the Fuck is Hope?
..off my tounge none of these words were ever spoke
and never will
no longer an existence. . .
I guess I'll sit and ...chill....

... Ok....

I'm tamin myself
trainin myself
. . .I'm filled with the light that propelled me the first time
the first stroke of the pen on the first line
Man. . (laughs)
Where the Fuck have I been?
A slight grin
Nizzy's back at it again
Still on my Tupac shit
Written words keep my mind cocked
locked and loaded
Misery no longer hinders my ability
Probally the reason why all these readers is Feelin me...

..Humor in my Sense...

Random stupidity
Bought a chin chilla jacket
then hacked into to somebodies computer to find something to match it
I'm always on the verge of cursin
that's why I'm so damn nervous
steady preventin my middle finger from curvin
Swervin on these mergers
Ink . . splash . . quickly
Word. . . dot . . dash
Everything goes quickly
A grape Arizona
keeps my mind forward
carryin a concealable sterotype
whole area's unaware of my nefarious type mind
just ond drop would burn through a block quick
so just imagine if I just spit out some sick shit . . . .

Nizzy'