A little Known Fact About Nothing

I’m selfish but deserving, in a concerning way
I’m a train wreck, still on track
I’m a fact, but I’ve been known to be wrong
I’m a lover, who’s still aroused by song
(Let’s get it on)
I’m a freedom fighter with one love, me
A medicated zombie, who survived abortion
But was affected by disease
Sort of ironic, in an I told you so sort of way
Smear it in your face and call it disgrace
I’m a chalk line, for a body that’s yet to be traced
A dead in your face type approach
I’m an ashtray full of roaches, watch as I get you high
Exhale poetically
I’m a picture perfect poet; with a fuck you and I know type penmanship
I’m the fatal aftershock, of my mother and fathers 1 minute earthquake
Way to go dad very heroic
Make me leave me you should receive an Emmy for acting like such a pitiful man
I’m an over watched reality show, could someone turn me off
I’m that bitter taste tequila left behind, better chase me with a lemon I’m 28 and short on time
I’m your TV dinner, but you have to supply the tray
Catch my drift I’m selfish
I walk, talk, and speak for myself; I eat, shit, and sleep by myself
I’m lonely but refuse to change
Therefore, if you want me you have to rearrange
An I’m not into lifestyles, I’m a Trojan man a lay down let me take control type of man
A trend that never ended
A one hit wonder still pretending
Such a surreal life
A talk show host, and I’m the guest
I know all about me
I’m selfish in a deserving way
A little know fact about nothing
Living the American dream
A studio apartment with cable TV
Two jobs and neither coincide with my associate’s degree
A disappointment not only to me
Sorry parents didn’t mean to waste your money
Better you than me
I’m determined to be nothing and at least that’s something


Sometimes I wonder,
Why smoke, why dream, why do these things that just always seem to be the wrong things?
Everyones in my corner yet still waiting for me to fall, fall not fail, im incapable of failing.
But the for the most part its still a race to the finish, when will it end, no telling?
Stuck, fucked, and been down on my luck, hard times fall just as fast as an anvil, yet still hit the ground same time as a feather, cant tell where the final destination is but i can see the weather.
Black clouds, rolls of thunder followed by crashes of natures fury ,stil writhing 2 many wrongs are still able to be right.
Another sleepless night, even though i had 8 hours sleep, subconsciensely im tired, and still in this waist deep.
There are no lines between angels and insects just wings, and mine are so corroded and scabbed i cant flap, so why sing?
Life is a journey, not an adventure, keep your bullshit core commercials for the kiddies, im stuck in this rainy city, have no pity, have no hope, just stuck down on my luck, wheres that fuckin rope?
A little known fact about nothing is more than what i got, what i got is clout and steam, lots of smoke and pot.
Come to think of it i have alot more than air in my lungs, so maybe there is hope.
I just woke up from a 2 year dream, kids , wife, new home, nice things. was i asleep and how long was i out?
My dreams are my realities and thats all i have to be happy about!