[Albert Rhymestein]

I'm drowsed and.. with a crack-breath for the moment
my soul feels unfocused,alone,blank, or no.it.
could be transperant, noone gives it a fare of attention
it's only a penny for my thoughts parents? can't afford it?
Fuck it.. there just emotions, and I don't want to waste time
so i'll stay quiet, but i'll be screaming in these rhymes
your asking ..where I picked up the habit' well
is that your million dollar question?well then I don't need your attention.fuck it
motto- of a clueless walking teen call it rebellious, I guess then shit thats my mission
If you won't love me then you'll hate me bitches, guzzle that captain morgan
pass out in a forest, I build me a fortress but its sofest when I'm surfin.
Let it flow off my soul, Let it flow off my soul in hopes to stay souless.