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'

Been away for a min.....alright......

...Ok......

Yo........

If you pictured me as a Pitcher i'm a glass half empty

Thoughts resigned inside of my heart

These words forever tempt me

A poet in the flesh

But a slave of my own self.....

I choose to bound myself

Why all this fuckin depression? ...

pause........

almost had a mind block...

tongue slipped before my mouth locked

....how do i end this...

the same way that i started this

endless....

i dont think it ever will....

... How this shit is formed...compressed into worDs...

What's my process?

A slick line rested on each line carefully

Ever so delicately I stretch my limits

handsfree like telepathy

A prognosticator

See myself a couple steps ahead

Though I'm still holdin this pen

Open to whatever seeps through me

Open my mouth and leave nothing but quotes

Whether this ink dries

none of this was spoke

A spake in the page

my anger and rage speed up my process

sloppily letters tumble

My next thought keeps me goin

Ideas seem to be cleared without me knowing

Closed Circuit mind

Carefully watched by surveillance

Though my eyes stay closed

slowed down with the pen

. . . end of my process

no title...

Everybody loves Nizzy
I leave a lasting imprint on whoever I touch
My prescence is my gift
I'm so warm-blooded
but my coolness is a must
Love is my first language
I hold refuge everyone endearing
A simple laugh recharges my reason
Though I distribute freely
My understanding is that these too have wings
. . .Ok
no sadness still
My back turns
Leaving my lasting impression

...? ...

Where do I start
Restart my pace
Familiar Faces
Rearrange my persistance
as I assist my existence
Everlasting Consistency
...................