overdosing on classic
while these random thoughts victimize themselves with my verbals,
one could only think what in the hell did I or have I done wrong,
to bring forth this chip I carry on my shoulders,
and this weight I carry on my back will only give you a glimpse in this window that I’ve heavily blinded from you,
and especially from me,
classical music not rap helps me release,
even Felix Mendelssohn on the keyboard,
internally seizes me,
emotionally,
death march on Beethoven which you call the funeral song,
my favorite song to mentally regurgitate,
is Beethoven moonlight sonata,
letting the cords struck serenade me heavily,
who needs crack when the piano keys fill my very veins with the poison of the instrumental that seeks my high,
beating the keys feverishly to play a tune that soothes me,
or curving my fingers and releasing my wrist, resting my legs so that i'll strike a note slightly,
I chase the keys being struck instead of the high from the plastic syringe,
or a plastic bag containing crystals or false hope,
letting Mozart cut through my flesh with the piano keys,
damn overdosing is something I do often,
telling me to stop or to quit would be a waste of time,
a waste of your needed energy,
leave me the fuck alone what I’d tell you and let me do this,
i've done this act and drug too much,
i have a tolerance,
at the mention of Frederic Chopin my eyes get glassy,
promise me a symphony from Brahms and feet get shifty,
give me my very own baby grand and watch how high I get,
music is my drug!!!!!
Classical that is.
not name dropping but these composers and symphonist have the best shit!
Relapsing is something I do in my past time,
or at least i thought,
now it's getting to be frequently,
going to rehab would be a waste of this life that I live,
claiming the words of a fictious Rachmaninoff (Henry)
give me a piano or give yourself death,
I’ll live,
eat sleep and breath these classical pieces that I seek so highly,
forgive me not,
I allow no pity or compassion from others let it go and me free.
one could only think what in the hell did I or have I done wrong,
to bring forth this chip I carry on my shoulders,
and this weight I carry on my back will only give you a glimpse in this window that I’ve heavily blinded from you,
and especially from me,
classical music not rap helps me release,
even Felix Mendelssohn on the keyboard,
internally seizes me,
emotionally,
death march on Beethoven which you call the funeral song,
my favorite song to mentally regurgitate,
is Beethoven moonlight sonata,
letting the cords struck serenade me heavily,
who needs crack when the piano keys fill my very veins with the poison of the instrumental that seeks my high,
beating the keys feverishly to play a tune that soothes me,
or curving my fingers and releasing my wrist, resting my legs so that i'll strike a note slightly,
I chase the keys being struck instead of the high from the plastic syringe,
or a plastic bag containing crystals or false hope,
letting Mozart cut through my flesh with the piano keys,
damn overdosing is something I do often,
telling me to stop or to quit would be a waste of time,
a waste of your needed energy,
leave me the fuck alone what I’d tell you and let me do this,
i've done this act and drug too much,
i have a tolerance,
at the mention of Frederic Chopin my eyes get glassy,
promise me a symphony from Brahms and feet get shifty,
give me my very own baby grand and watch how high I get,
music is my drug!!!!!
Classical that is.
not name dropping but these composers and symphonist have the best shit!
Relapsing is something I do in my past time,
or at least i thought,
now it's getting to be frequently,
going to rehab would be a waste of this life that I live,
claiming the words of a fictious Rachmaninoff (Henry)
give me a piano or give yourself death,
I’ll live,
eat sleep and breath these classical pieces that I seek so highly,
forgive me not,
I allow no pity or compassion from others let it go and me free.
