How did you do that

magic

so many memories 2 this album

10 years of memories, the silence

goodness sake, i tried to snap her heart in half
but it wouldn't break, you can see the look on my crooked face
the molly hit me harder than Conor McGregor
in Saudi Arabia with no body armor on &
nobody to save us from the darkness that plagues us
as army's invade us, karma is a b****
darth vader, r-rated heartbreaker
a faded star chaser reincarnated
the long awaited return of the narcissist guitar player
the eyes of an arsonist finds art in flames
the fire is marvelous, entirely carbonous
harvesting the carcinogenic charred remains
now that i think about it, i think her name was Scarlett
i'm pretty sure Erykah Badu is her favorite artist

bombing on a bottle of Bombay
call me to keep me calm, bae
making out with models from moscows
santa monica, dogtown, man i've gotta get
the f*** up outta here, god damn
the camera's are off, the damage i caused
was rampant, without a first hand account
it's hard to imagine at all
like niagra, i fall, splash & drown in those vaginal walls
the collateral damage of this calamity
doesn't mix with sanity, man i'm exhausted,
fbi's most wanted, cold hearted
hold on, we're going home, these soul's haunt us
the ghosts of pearl harbor, a martyr for a new world order
bipolar, dice roller, gun owner, knife holder
light smoker, her eyes roll back as i choke her
i'd rather start my life over, twice over than die sober

it seems like the police have a hard time solving crime
phantom of the opera, panic! at the columbine
stand just to fall in line, the definition of insanity
ethically macabre, this existential god isn't
accepting of our vanity, the essence of humanity

scheming & plotting with
the devious demons that are upon us
giving credence to the admonishment
airing out grievances which were previously anonymous
deviously monotonous, the screams are so cacophonous
caught in this tangled web we weave
trayvon was just 17, from playdough to a halo & a set of wings
reckoning with angels taking ketamine
the silence is deafening, bleeding from the bottom lip
strangely, it's unsettling banging methamphetamine
needles full of toxic bliss
pleading with my father not to leave us was egregious
my weakness was my honor
dreaming of the Apocalypse while I’m breathing underwater

please be kind, rewind, read between the lines
it's unbelievable & inconceivable sometimes
dig deep enough to find the misleading lust
disguised as love
it can even be the reason you are blind
a love which once was described as divine intervention
it's pretty little design is infinitely shining
sunlight intimately into the spotless mind
of clementine's cynicism, sipping wine
wintertime inhibitions
intertwined as we slip inside 69's synchronism
i'll love til the end of time, you're my b****

the Messiah is beside us to guide us
providing his wisdom
diagnostics of an underlying condition
I could die any minute & finally be free
our connection is symbiotic, doses given in periodic intervals
the spawn of satan
a sinner born in the matrix, ripped & torn from the pages
evil & thoughtless, sick, deceitful, dishonest
bent, belief isn't bought, it's conceived as a thought

written in memory of the people we've lost
defeated, forgotten, easily glossed over
planting seeds within our consciousness

the concept of a god is convoluted
churches maintaining a common nuisance
dangling from the pavement,
hanging from knotted nooses
faded & obfuscated, jaded & non congruent
i hope you can truly forgive my betrayal
our friendship was nailed to the cross
crucifixion in hell, inhaling exhaust
this twisted portrayal of a victim was veiled
a sickened & frail traitor like Judas
jaded & foolish, emotions bottled up
my therapist calls, i never follow up
i hate being stupid
full of arrogance, pull the trigger once
bullets barely miss
pride, i just can't swallow it
tommorow isn't promised
but the sorrow is astonishing
we're hollow inside
you're the only woman that i even want, but
we do not coincide

i wrote this poem high.. & meant every. single. f***ing. word.

RIP Eric Garner, he was a father, it's getting
harder to breathe the harder you're squeezing
your sorry's don't mean s*** when his daughters are grieving
i truly believe in karma & all of its meaning
a martyr for freedom, there's not a god i believe in
f***ing incompetent police leaving body's in the streets
wrap your corpse up in a sheet
ship you to the coroner at morgue when you're deceased
that's all she wrote, with all of your glory
your story's incomplete
it's so horrible to see

alright alright alright, matthew mcconaughey
RIP to Abby & Libby, RIP to Jon Benet
i hardly even have time to tie my shoe strings
trying to find some loose change
special thanks to my sexy boo thang rosie odonnell
that b**** must be in a cult, she's thicker than a snicker tho,
nigga i been sniffing coke like Tony Montana
RIP to Kobe & fam, RIP to all the unarmed black men
police have murdered while showering their hands

the mood became too somber
my soul contains a monster
eliminate your conscious
illuminate in moderation
hallucinations often begin to elucidate
the gloomy fate we've all been facing
repudiate the opposition
they are not our competition

day & night

with my ahki sipping sake, like it's coffee
I can't call it, life gets Rocky

my dalai lama is dhasim,
constantly dreaming of
god screaming
as shots ring into the monte carlo
semi auto, donnie darko
shotgun wedding, kurt cobain
fill me with sorrow, gimme some pills i can swallow
kill me tomorrow, purple rain
lost in fargo, where'd my car go?
wearing a bandana, swinging at pinatas
while i'm carrying my hammer
location reads: Gary, Indiana
mafioso propaganda murdered sonny corleone
born alone, die alone without a shoulder to cry upon
diamonds are forever, money burning slow
slowly eroding,

mano a mano, i've got a katana beside me
the devil wears prada, he's probably fine with
society's model of violence bottled inside us

a f***ing communist's paradise, fahrenheit 911
in this era of america, full of terror & unawareness
carrying guns, inherently numb to the perils
of burying loved ones,
black tar heroin will take the air from your lungs
& the words from your tongue
all is fair in love & war,

time is precious, open with a moment of silence
america is hooked on opiates, books unopened
crooks in politics, there's no one to guide us
they all wear disguises, their looks aren't ominious
emotional
emotional

the devil wears prada

home

can’t relate 2 u on a spiritual level if u haven’t cried 2 this song at least 5 times

brb i’m crying now

love u so much mac

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jon brion did such a good job completing Circles man

mannnnnnnn he’s a master of his craft

so glad his momma gave him her blessing, nobody could have done it better

momma mac is such a sweet soul

one of the best posthumous albums easily

wonder if we’ll get another 1

they were big on shaming people 4 listening 2 leak.. but i wonder who would put it 2gether hmm

i can remember reading about the send half of circles

i thought the concencous was there wasn't enough material

oh my god hello trouble welcome 2 the safe place

if u need anything u just let me know ok

make it last

u can post poetry, gifs, music

whatever u want