118) “Super Glue”
By: Johnny Blaze
I dressed the tree with dangled lights and shiny ornaments,
Can’t see past the stars, car alarms wake up the older heads
Pops told me “Son, when the moon’s full, you grow!”
Said to him, Why’s that?
But he didn’t have the answer, as u-sual!
Went from, angry lil’ child! To a, Zen-headed teen!
Now I’mma, completely drained adult!
And my head is in-between!
Two clouds, wild, had to levitate to see the sun!
With my shades on, I stare into the light,
Can you alleviate the dark?
I’m haunted, I’m cursed!
Can’t get behind the wheel, ’cause I’ll drive onto the curb!
That’s never happened but I’m giving y’all imagery!
Angry to Zen, then! Becoming drained; that’s a trilogy!
I walk in the night, in search of a Tosta, Mis-ta!
Halo above me, point at fools just-like-Friez-a!
I’m in my fourth form
Just might be, a rare kind of breed; unicorn, with four horns!
Even though, I am alive, oddly, I’m dead inside!
Cut open my gut, out, spills rotten organs! And a fat, para-site!
It’s been eating me up, since I left, elementary school
Teacher! Teacher! How did you ignore that growing, was-a-ghoul?
Run around cemeteries, gathering up the crew!
Hey soul sista! How was your lunch?
Meet anyone new?
I’m different, I’m desperate,
Say some negative; I’ll let it eat up my intestine!
My blood boils, they served me cold bread! Fuck! My halo foiled
Back on earth and may-be! I needa dig up ol’ dirt
“People don’t change! We just walk in circles,”
So when I bury my fury, rise! As this spectacle’s bound to be hurtful!
Obliterate the cashier and the rest of ’em,
Much like what happened to Planet Vegeta; you neva heard from them
Shut the blinds, there’s nothin’ to see, here, folks!
Store’s closed, come back when the dead be woke, ha!
That’s why we go to Wake’s ’cause we in bad shape!
Guilt, drives us cray!
Similar to my mind’s state!
Ay yo! You better listen you fool!
I came here for good food, and you did me so rude!
I should head-butt ya, stupid, blank, face!
But in, good, faith, I can’t!
This ain’t, G-T-A; makin’ a scene, brings out the lames!
The cops, the popo! The police and stuff,
“There ain’t no justice! It’s JUST, US!”
Word to Sweet, he be tough
Pull up to the house and remember what CJ said, in the beginning of San An-dre’s!
“Fucked everythang up” and that’s how it be, nowadays!
The journey continues, need new threads, head on over to Binco!
But the person who works there, looks like a gringo!
Oh! We in the same boat!
Not nor-mal! We suppose to abandon our mor-als!
No! No! Not in this lifetime!
Call me Gato Blanco, ’cause I still have all, nine, lives!
Yup, this the truth, ‘tween me and you,
I’m stuck on bein’ broken so I guess I need some super-glue!
I guess I need some super-glue!
I guess I need some super-glue,
I’m stuck on bein’ broken, so I guess I need some super-glue..