Studio's Word

I tried so hard in the past to die that now I wake up everyday surprised Im alive. Somedays I take pride in my ability to hide and even though I claim in God is where I abide perhaps it's merely fear that I strive to conceal
lest I contrive relief for this life revealed
In Him I confide and perhaps that is why in the Church all I learn is how to divide
Multiply my rhymes until they're more than empty lines
of free speech because hate in me is deceased no longer living diseased but released to see His ultimate glory cuz Im
wholly imploring How To
holy exploring What For
poorly exploiting Why Be
whoring?

Making A Decision

I never knew I had a problem with being unproductive, until I became homeless. "Became Homeless" like I completed a course in order to be fully prepared to live a life of doing nothing.

I thought I could make the decision if she didnt care and if I could convince myself that she didnt need me. I was unprepared to battle my own neediness because fuck it if she is content with or without me, I am totally boring without her.

It would be easy if I didnt have friends or family. I would be homeless and have nobody to talk to besides myself. And I would too, I would wander up and down city streets talking to myself and wearing a Fresh coat.

being homeless is all about the coat and making a decision is all about other people.