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To be without conscience
Without care, without worry
But for self
And for money
And for drugs
And for sex:

If my heart truly bled,
For all the bad I see,
Without doubt I'd be dead,
Many times over.

To be without a conscience,
To make me feel the wrong,
To make me know the wrong,
To make me spite the wrong

To be without a conscience,
To leave my self behind
Transcend into a monstrous state where to evil I'm blind

I wish I had no conscience
I cannot lie it's true
Some days I cannot go on
With all I have to do

I wish I had no conscience
A lack of empathy
To be without a conscience
The only remedy.
 
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I used to rap some, produce and record and shit. Here's the start of my old west coast anthem.

I rep the west coast/
Best coast/
Maybe ladies here wear less clothes.../
Because of the heat they show more skin to beat/
The climate/
I'm in/
Lemme define it...
THE WEST COAST!
 
I'm back but not for long, I'll leave yall with a tune, a rhyme, a bit of a song,
Remember me back then?, I've changed but on this page still no use of a pen,
It's all in my head, at least that's what every Dr I've seen said,
"I'm seeing the dead!" I scream as I awake in my bed,
Another dose, way to close to comatose, for those who boast about tolerance and overdose ghostly know the most,
But fuck it, I've got a vodka filled bucket,
I stand, raise my hand and announce imma make a toast,
"To everyone living the day hour by hour and minute to minute, just be glad you're in it,
Every days a new one, new challenges, new sun,
Sometimes it's cloudy and it rains on your parade, but welcome the quench of thirst for earth and if it pains, don't be afraid",

Here's where it ends,Is this Goodbye? Or Hello? my foes and or friends,
The bus is coming to my stop, perhaps someday I'll be back tryna climb to the top,
Or am I back? Don't know if I'm coming or going,
I'll let yall decide, Am I still worthy of the Words Fam we had going?
I'm along for the ride, but for now im stuck in a boat fucking growing and rowing.

-HOOD
 
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Double post... budda- BUMP.

What's up erryone?
Been gone 6ish months.

My apologies to all who i troubled with my BS shenanigans.

Anyone wanna 8bar?

-HOOD
 
Eveleivibe said:
Heyyyyyy welcome back you. How the ell you get a six month ban? I was perma banned but let back in; lovely BL people <3 you take care, Hood, n good to see you back xxxx

Evey
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Thanks for the welcome Evey.
Basically what happened was I gave staff a really hard time.. wont really go into detail as im ashamed at myself and wasn't in a good mindstate whilst doing it so thinking back brings bad vibes, feelings, n thoughts.
All i can say is Tianeptine changes the mind. It is definitely not to be fucked with and isn't just an opiate like a lot of people say. My mind is still fucked up (though im recovering) and its been 5 months since ive taken it. I'm on suboxone again, but they're trying to figure out how to fix what tianeptine broke in my brain.. (chemicals even more unbalanced than ever, plus i have schizoaffective disorder lol.. my mind is a scary place ATM. Hopefully ill be back to normal someday).

-HOOD
 
HdoubleODeezy said:
Thanks for the welcome Evey.
Basically what happened was I gave staff a really hard time.. wont really go into detail as im ashamed at myself and wasn't in a good mindstate whilst doing it so thinking back brings bad vibes, feelings, n thoughts.
All i can say is Tianeptine changes the mind. It is definitely not to be fucked with and isn't just an opiate like a lot of people say. My mind is still fucked up (though im recovering) and its been 5 months since ive taken it. I'm on suboxone again, but they're trying to figure out how to fix what tianeptine broke in my brain.. (chemicals even more unbalanced than ever, plus i have schizoaffective disorder lol.. my mind is a scary place ATM. Hopefully ill be back to normal someday).

-HOOD
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Awh we all make mistakes n the staff are good people. I'm sure they'll be ok with you as you're sorry for it all. I remember you helping out a lot in new member intros with newbies. Soz to hear you had trouble but glad you're back on subbies n hope things get better for you. Glad to see you back, HOOD xxxx

Evey
 
Cold, Bold words describe my soul,
Sold, Code keys inscribed by most,
Ghostly outta the world those overdosed may boast,
But please pass the acid n grab the butter cuz my brains now toast,
Eat the carbs but not the yeast, molecules pulled apart and rearranged into a beast,
On the record I record but not to reckon, If put on a track, the beat and train be wreckin.

-HOOD (onna weird level)
 
There are two houses of parliament,
Dozens spent on parties,
Millions spent on ads,
Hundreds of voting centers,
Countless slurs and slanders,
One final master,
Billions of slaves.
 
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Far from boring you are indeed, My speak like yoda infectious disease,
Learned speaking word young I did, Kid was I when the force off balanced it did,
Lightsaber to bars, rhymes to stars, landed my x-wing in a lot full of cars.
R2D2 his job was one, I FUCKING HATE STARWARS this poem is done!

LMFAO i must be on one.

-HOOD
 
They say 3 days is what it takes,
'til the pain goes away,
That's not what I say.
Day three is only the beginning,
the unmasking of the real being.
The unfolding of a new beginning,
built on layers of scarred stars.
This is who we are,
pain is embedded in our soul.
It's all we know,
all we were told.
Now here we are waiting,
for the Sun to turn from gold,
to an icy blue we all once knew.
Freezing time,
breaking minds,
shattering memories like glass.
I ask,
when will the pain go away?
It never does,
but just wait three days,
and you'll see,
it's a part of you and me.
Spare a moment of pleasure,
for a hurt of eternity.
 
Gay Man's Progress

I want to be blessed all over
By the levitating hand.
For surely this divine rover
Is by the Lord Himself manned.

I've been patient and I've been good,
Abstaining from every temptation.
God, please take all this uncut wood!
Build a cross for my salvation!

That's right, use those fingers and thumb,
Give my trachea elation.
I've always wanted to die from
Erotic asphyxiation.
 
You think you can run?
It's easier said than done.
Tried to escape what's no longer fun,
but now I'm sitting her left to ponder,
all the corridors I've wandered,
searching for one more,
losing track of the score.
Attacked by a familiar voice,
from way back when I made the choice,
to play a game designed to cause pain.
It's time to get away,
but where will I stay?
What will I say?
All the halls seem to lead the same way.
Trapped with no chains,
I'm free to be me,
but still held back by a dreadful scream.
It's calling my name,
seeping through the walls of this opiate dream.
I mustn't be seen,
but where can I hide?
All the evil is inside,
pouring out from my guts like the ocean tide.
An entire psyche set aside,
to be eaten alive,
by a flower with a dark, beautiful power.
I have to open my eyes,
and see what I truly can be.
Then maybe I will break free,
from the dungeon paths that have only lead me,
from sheer bliss to shameful misery.~
 
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