Escape this page

[Albert Rhymestein]

I'm tired exhausted the cause is my conscious is haunted
confliction the friction of conflicts/
all the heated arguements , and all these assonance i'm jotting
is just asking for peace & quiet/
allign my rhyming and spit hells climate, have satan and jesus praying ya highness/
damn.. this is just escapism, isn't? running like timmy with some fairly odd parents/
turn nerd when my male inheritor left with no word walked alone cold in this earth/
so I smoke her burned my thoughts metamorphed quicker than kirby then hurt beats/
ayoo irony how these bars make me burst of reality, these nouns and similies turn me/
to a hercules till I get writers block you should call it lifeblock,haha another irony.. these bars are my security