NTZ's blog: "A Return Of Thought"

Can't tell another how to feel what they feel when the situations get heated and the words get ill. Emotions kill more people than guns, drugs, and automobiles. Blood money used to pay bills. Skeletons buried in back fields. Dig up our past to see what's real. This meal been cooking for years and filled with love, laughter, and tears. For all that has disappeared, no longer can hear the whispers of all that we fear. Our eyes no longer ignoring the fact you stand in front of us or always near....Another gone. So long.  Hitting bongs. Smacking asses of bitches, fatties in thongs. Screaming because the dick getting long. This shit i'm on. Giving none. Celebrating like i won. Hands up not giving a fuck. It sucks so much work i'm putting in this shit and still not fucking paid enough. So when the time comes see me run. Millions in my pockets, hand holding an iPhone. Real time that I done. Last child but first son. What's going on? Marvin through your speakers still holding on. Smart in how I go dumb. Feeling everything as I go numb. All alone with a couple of women one call by the phone to let me come home and slide between thick thighs if i ever need to get warm. But i'm just too cold for the moment, winter thunderstorm. November born so scorpion swarm. Feel the stinger as you squirm or tongue in the ass, little wet worm. The shit that has been giving to me can never be the weight that tramples me. Instead strengthens me. Empowering my spirit to live how i live and fuck anyone who tells me to chill. When i reach my death bed, only then will I will. Kill yourself, no victim to the society you fill your children's head with that is real. Silently watching in my dark corner for years to know that look after swallowing that pill. Dont mind me as I appeal. Your honor. Dirty bitch dont want her. Gothic chick I'm on her. Black hair. Black out fit. Black kicks. Long heals. Chains. Tattoos. Make up. Wake up. Alarm, music on the phone tell me to get up. What? Dreaming as usual. My visual. No physical. Musical. Instrumental, playing that same old same old life with lyrics similar to the last shit I write. Alright. New sight. I'm gone. Goodnight.