sometimes I hope that this nightmare would turn into a dream, one that I could truly believe, one that I could finally feel a bit free, one that I could flock with glee, with my good friends beside me, until it all ends, like a bedtime story, one with a 'happily ever after', in the last chapter, one with a good father as the narrator, staying another day, I guess you could say that I'm a bit jealous, that my father never treated me the same, because all that my father taught me was swearing and hate, never sober and always ranting,

I remember that my mother worked 2 jobs and used to come home late, and when I asked her if everything was ok, all I saw in her eyes were pain, I guess growing up poor didn't help me much either, always going to school and hear about another shooting, hearing the same story everyday got me fucked up, espaically if some kids parents was just locked up, but then my step father moved us out of there, now I'm living in a castle and I don't know what's up, 

I don't fit at all with my soldier like mentality, thanks to my trauma and old school bullies, It feels like I'm losing me, with everyday I feel like I'm slowly going insane, struggling with who I want to be, struggling with who I want to see in the mirror, cuz sometimes I really do feel inferior, and detached in the interior, hearing friends say "goodbye" for the last time, really got me stressed the fuck out, as years pass by it feels like the depressing feelings are progressing, I miss the good old elementary days when everything was calmer than it is now, cuz now it seems everyone frowns, or too much of a clown, or tearing up past dreams, or arguing on Twitter about shit that don't even matter, like what the fuck happened to us?

(Us)

Dreams, Dreaming about better days, when everyone wasn't insane, when everyone was the same, when everyone didn't care about race, when everyone was in a better place, when everyone was just chilling out, by the gas station or corner store, we get chips and drinks joking about what Manuel did yesterday, at the playpark where we used to play, but now such memories seem so faded away, distant away, where I can no longer reach with my clutch, something that I could no longer touch, damn these feelings are too fucking much, I guess I can't judge myself tho, it seems for too long I've had such shit stuck with me, I hope I don't get too lost in the past, or I'll watch my own life pass, watch the future descend because of my bad habits, hopefully such things will never happen and Honestly the beautiful scenery isn't worth shit if I don't have my friends with me, because my friends are almost like family…

(Family)

I thought I was living back when but it was just a dream

(Dream)

Dreams are more than make believe...



S!R CH!PPY - Dreams

I keep a glock in my holster, and she asks me if I’m bipolar, I hate the government, they want my money, um don’t call the IRS cuz they’ll take my money, I keep my shoes untied, I’m living dangerously, don’t call my papa he acts so vigorously, the opps want smoke so I gave them a cigarettes, my hoe has Tourettes, cuz she often says other stuff I can’t list in the lyrics

I got bitches

I Don’t have much to work with, so I apologize if my shit sounds ass, also I am working on songs but I’m just writing rn, but I will record soon.
(AKA MR YALE)