I’m in search of privacy
Yet I’m on every social network
But I don’t want to network with society
That’s probably why my net worth ain’t so high to me
These bottles of wine work so it fucks with my sobriety
I’m chasing a drink and another hit
Truthfully, I ain’t chasing shit
I have a writing audience. Good, but they don’t read it
Now, I’m hating everything, like everybody is full of shit
Or maybe I hate life because I see how vacant it is.

Wine? It does a body good.

People ask me about success. Here’s the truth, stop the press:

Life’s a bitch, I’m just looking up her dress
And when people say I’m a drunk I could give a fuck less
People say, “oh, he uses me”
Girls say, “he abuses me”
I say they’re all excuses to me
Put me under scrutiny, tighten your noose against me
Doesn’t anyone know I live to win and everybody will lose to me?
What the fuck can your opinions do to me?
I’m ‘Old School‘, you’re just all Blue to me.

A part of me doesn’t want another part of me.
I don’t want apart of what’s part of me.
I don’t aspire to be what’s inspired in me.
Need a car but that’s the irony.
Your words tire me. Fuck it; was your friend. Fire me.
Hire another, hire a replacement brother to compliment your mother.
Get use to losing me.
Far from what I used to be.
Self destructive, I love it.
Anything that abuses me amuses me.
You’re too -high- on your horse to excuse me.
Excuse me?
You’re excused.
Life lesson?
You choose: either you or me.

You don’t understand the demons inside me.

That’s why I respond defiantly.

I’m an alcoholic with a death wish.

That’s why I’m so reckless.