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Pdub's blog: "My songs..."

created on 12/02/2006  |  http://fubar.com/my-songs/b30564

wake up

BOOM! Wake up and realize youve been left behind. No ones around. There's no one you can find. Everyones missin. They have been for days. Youve been trippin of acid and now paid for your wicked ways. Wonderin around like some kinda zombie. Used to dress prep, but now your dressin sloppy. Got the intent to do whatever you please. Bring back your family is what you pray down on your knees. That cant change anything now that youve begun. You can say you were just havin fun. Little things kill people. And now your the only one. So go to the dresser door and find your hidden nine. All these thoughts come to you in the pattern of rhyme. Lyrical genious is what your thinkin. Flashbacks from the past and you cant stop blinkin. Grab that pistol right around the grip. Finger on the trigger and not givin a shit. You lift it up and point it between your eyes. Everyones dead and you wanna be the one who dies. Step aside. Listen up. Im the voice in your head. I tell you not to give a fuck. Blow your brains out for what you did. Youve been worthless in life sense you were a kid. Your girl left you for another man. Your parents forgot you when you did all you can. So who are you to live this shitty life? Use that gun and take it tonight. Take it wherever it may roam. You were a bastard born into a broken home. Your desires of bein a star are over now and youve gone too far. Stop all this cryin and bein a little bitch. Do this for all the bullies who left you in that ditch. From day one they all punked you down. Made the truth from you bein a pussy and now your hell bound. NOW FINGER ON THE TRIGGER! HOLD ON TIGHT! BARREL BETWEEN YOUR EYES UNTILL ITS OUTTA SIGHT! REALEASE THE HAMMER AND LET HER RIP! JUST REMEMBER, IN THE PAST YOU DIDNT GIVE A SHIT!

stressin

Just what the doctor perscribed. Ten pills a day passed out with the bottle by my side. Layin there with no care about stress. The weights finally lifted off my chest. Sweatin in this coma state of mind. Look into my eyes and nothing is what youll find. The broken dreams and some memories. Its all gone and been takin from me. Rotten to the bone and finally found a home. Its just shit wont leave me alone. Sittin here hopin. Lookin for the answer to my question. Is this life gettin better or am I stuck with this rejection? Well let me see, stress always gets the better of me. Caring bout friends and family and still got the feeling that something damning me. Panic attacks. Somethings creepin. Cant sleep and the chest pain deepins. Fear settles in as I lay awake. Forgot about the pills. How many did I take? Too many? Maybe thats the reason my bloods stopped pumpin and my hearts quit beatin. Stress. Its the leading killer of all stressed out muthafuckas. That and ciggarettes but theyre tied in with one anotha. Smoke a cigg and stress some more. Get pissed cuz you dropt it on the floor. Broke it in half and its your last fuckin one. Stressin the fuck out isnt much fuckin fun. Dont ever doubt what this songs about. Weve all been there and stressed the fuck out. Im here..been there..been through that. I wanna just get my life back.
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