Balloon Me

Can i write up this page , time to save plus i'm not getting paid writting in the shade of noon til i fall asleep and awake mid to late june NO NO NO thats way to soon i need more rest and to feel like i'm floating on nothing more then a blue party balloon

Me the Pen

Pen free falling down the page writing till I see my next grave. Then come Back as a pen writing the truth of pain, men, women and sin. Me becoming the pen would twist the paper till it it's self yelled free me again. People wage murder because of sin. Its multileveled and crossed about. But could me being the pen script to you what it's all about.

The proof

lines blind to the new aeras in time. Seeing the world and you believe its fine. We're shades of black and gray are you blind or is it just easier that way. If so just do your time. nuffin i write is meant to rhyme but its a time where nation drop dimes and forget of their own crimes against the unknowing mankind. The fear of knowing will show threw your hair and you shall sleep with care,he who has lied has showed your blindness his truth ever since your youth but you said lie to me. i hate the truth I'll just drink till i dont know the proof.