Won't Die Sober I won't live #life sober anymore, I'll be as daringly drunk as the stinky skunks when I stumble through the devils shameless door. I'll smoke tree bud and drink beer buds, with demon drinking buds as they witness me light a spliff from the devils fiery butt. I'm filling the universal black hole, with an earth shattering k-hole, following the curious rabbit hole, just after the mandatory ass hole, to put back together my shattered mind-soul. Seeking to feel once again whole. No more reality because it sucks! The pain is always there and the relief is never enough! Now where were those awesome, #life stealing, drugs?

Sprung. Rumbles and rev's of freedom machines darting here and there zoom, hum, vroom. They're driving to the stars beyond the moon. Blasts and bleeps and tooting horns as laughter leaps at London's spring reborn. Like the soothing swoosh of wind kissing atop the cheery trees, men follow women like the birds following bees. Here I sit in the sun with you, thankfully returning the kiss you gave to me.

It's Okay Lil Homie. It's going to be okay lil homie, #life will welcome you any day you choose lil homie, you'll see. No more lies and tricks and sticks and stones on your breaking bones, with their warped minds and verbal kicks. They can do you no harm now, survival was your lucky charm somehow but you're star bound and the worlds your stage. Forgiveness isn't forgetful. Outrage isn't vengeful, and bravery isn't boastful. Hold opposites in mind while embracing the whole to find the serenity in the depths of thy soul and let that guide thee.

With Me? Dream with me, let's dare to churn the apex of imagination into wondrously complex reality. Talk with me, let's delve into the iris of the minds eye and try to express that which can be seen none but felt twice. Sing with me, let the emotions of our soul's pour into the notes of the heavenly scales which set our heart's free. Dance with me, let us move as though the #life energies flow was coursing through our bodies like musical pheromones making us go weak at the knees.

Greener Grass. The other side is greener you know? Ain't no blues there, and the roads are paved with glistening gold. Woah. Little troubles over there comrade, where bums like us can get lucky! we can escape this shitty place, and watch it drift away upstream. We'll flee with a gleam in our eyes and springs in our steps for we will be away, fucking free! No more pain and heartache. Now left alone because there was nothing left for them to take, we can finally rest our shattered minds and battered souls for there will be no more war in our names.