Speak Of The Devil

Rich. 23. Bay Area. Lyricist. This is shit I like.

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Sometimes

Sometimes, Eye hate people.

Sometimes, Eye hate myself.

Sometimes, Eye hate life.

Sometimes, Eye think about how all problems are forgotten by death, by both the dead and the living

Sometimes, Eye hear these voices

Sometimes, Eye am the Storm before the calm…and the Calm before the sun rises

Sometimes, Eye think about the past

Sometimes, Eye worry about the future

Sometimes, Eye ask why it is that Eye thought Eye had it figured out, but wasn’t even close

Sometimes, Eye hate what Eye have become

Sometimes, Eye feel lost

Sometimes, Eye feel like Eye am dying

Sometimes, Eye can love too much, before loving too little

Sometimes, Eye just wish Eye still had you

Sometimes, Eye wish things were different

Sometimes, Eye have no idea who Eye am

Sometimes, Eye fear Eye am my father

Sometimes, Eye seek spirituality, before any religion

Sometimes, Eye have already passed away, or am being born

Sometimes, Eye wonder how it would be, to no longer speak to those I love

Sometimes, Eye wonder why me

Sometimes, Eye wonder how many of you will actually read this

Sometimes, Eye wonder how to bring you into my world, my head

Sometimes, Eye think about life and the universe

But Most Times, Eye shut the fuck up and let it all eat at my brain

THESE HOES AIN’T LOYAL

1986. The monologue at the end of the song is the best part.

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Wedding in San Jose, CA Taken 7/5/2014

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