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i did this painting a couple of years ago, the writing was done about a year ago. i combined the two today. yes yes.
READ IT IF YOU WANT.

this continues to continue/
rippin you like fresh flesh from muscle tissue/
detached, you get a kick in the ass/
i'm not just running past/
but thru you as if my name was x-lax/
it's time to relax/
and let me encompass/
this entire sphere,
"IT'S MINE AT LAST"/
i'll never have closure/
and the closer i get to death the more i lose my composure/
cuz i'm gettin further from what i could of had with the other half of my composer/
my stubborness will destroy all my chances/
the window gettin smaller as every second collapses/
and my mistakes won't be realized until my chance passes/
but that's what happens when you keep your feelins from becomin actions/
though if you needed a new liver/
i would deliver/
but not drop a sliver/
of the past ten plus years and the knowledge i configured/
now you wanna be a man, go figure/
your fear, you were scared to be a man twice/
and now that everything is lookin nice, goin right/
you wanna enter my life? right/
it's good that i have this written/
it solidifies that i was smitten/
to a livin/
without you in my vision/
you already made your decision/
with consequences similar to placin incisions/
in my chest rippin out my heart and yet i'm still livin/
stronger when i came to terms that i'm just a statistic of bastard children/
the ball's in my court at the moment/
hurts don't it/
now i've taken the ties that bond and broke it/
you could break up what could've been roll it up and smoke it/
it's dusted

Description
i did this painting a couple of years ago, the writing was done about a year ago. i combined the two today. yes yes.
READ IT IF YOU WANT.

this continues to continue/
rippin you like fresh flesh from muscle tissue/
detached, you get a kick in the ass/
i'm not just running past/
but thru you as if my name was x-lax/
it's time to relax/
and let me encompass/
this entire sphere,
"IT'S MINE AT LAST"/
i'll never have closure/
and the closer i get to death the more i lose my composure/
cuz i'm gettin further from what i could of had with the other half of my composer/
my stubborness will destroy all my chances/
the window gettin smaller as every second collapses/
and my mistakes won't be realized until my chance passes/
but that's what happens when you keep your feelins from becomin actions/
though if you needed a new liver/
i would deliver/
but not drop a sliver/
of the past ten plus years and the knowledge i configured/
now you wanna be a man, go figure/
your fear, you were scared to be a man twice/
and now that everything is lookin nice, goin right/
you wanna enter my life? right/
it's good that i have this written/
it solidifies that i was smitten/
to a livin/
without you in my vision/
you already made your decision/
with consequences similar to placin incisions/
in my chest rippin out my heart and yet i'm still livin/
stronger when i came to terms that i'm just a statistic of bastard children/
the ball's in my court at the moment/
hurts don't it/
now i've taken the ties that bond and broke it/
you could break up what could've been roll it up and smoke it/
it's dusted