by James Di Fiore

Created on: February 19, 2008

Take a seat, I have to tell you something
It's driving me crazy
But please, don't get mad baby
It's something from my past
I didn't think it would last
But now I can't move on like a boat with a busted mast
It's the reason behind my temper and jealousy
I failed to see the symptoms of my own reality
I felt it creep up every time you got mad at me
Its sad to see the look of concern you have for me

I know you think I'm decent, but that's just half of me
I got a million secrets and the devil's after me
He's blasting me with black thoughts
Back talk
Facts not making sense
And now I'm backed up like late rent
I'm making dents, minimal progress but still
I can't seem to fight the urge to pop a variety of pills
Sobriety kills my escape route
And fills me with hate too
It thrills me when I uncork the booze
Straight up, I'm a goddam alcoholic
Struggling with the knowledge
that my family is ripe with men who have fallen
Victim
to their weaknesses and circumstance
It hurts to dance with the devil
but its torturous to rant
The levels, they slant
Where's my medal for taking chances?
Where's the ghosts of Hip Hop Past
in all the Hip Hop stances
The music breaks my fall as I tumble through the branches
called 'life'
The girl I haven't met will soon become my ex wife
It cuts like a
Bryan Adams song
I'm like mica, cuz you can find me in the pond
tossing pebbles
Just to make the ripples go beyond
The far away horizon as the night melts into dawn
I was merely spawned
like a comic book character
A gothic man from Canada
blessed with vocal stamina
Cursed with the genes, making alcohol my enemy
On really bad nights I mix the vodka with amphetamines
Pop some ecstasy and masturbate for 17 hours
Damn, i share too much
Giving others all the power
As soon as this verse is over I will start to devour
The half 26er I've been saving like sentimental flowers
It should be me pressed between the pages of a book
Forcing me to fight my own type of Captain Hook
Do you get it?
I'm addicted, and I'm starting to sweat it
And I bet it has a hold of me
Like obsessive exes
The nexus is waiting
like a valet with a Lexus
How many really know what the meaning of the word "vexed" is?
I hope to be blessed
With something other than an Early Exit...

(link to song below)

http://www.rapspace.tv/member/oddman/video/ear ly-exit?page=8

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