MOOD'S-WINGS 1

I been studying for an hour,
but it feels like a week
they say knowledge empowers,
then why do i feel so weak
m not tryin to compete,
that part died in me
umm maybe,comes out
when i am asleep
distant venomous shrieks
my knickname's *'lil nicky' (HAAA)
though not here to 'raise hell'
my mom n dad tell,
me,i was raised well,
n i was their angel,
until i went n failed them
now my residence is a jail cell
with fans that rain flames
as i take naps on a nail bed
they wanted me to fare well
n i went n bid farewell
to their dreams,dammn near well
act indifferent but them tears tell
man i hate the system
teacher's pet gets the throne
while the brightest gets a CHAIR
'cushioned with thorns'
missin a 'pair a legs'
adjust yur VISION,
yall sufferin from 'parallax'
ask me,success is a dude,with cardiac arrest
that never rests n MOUNTS EVEREST
with an OUNCE OF BREATH
IT DOESNT EXIST
some other dude in my shoes,
woulda guzzled a fifth
not me,i tussle with this,
with 'muscles of ink'
i mean INK ARMS,that fit in these fists
fittin *DEFEAT* of opposin peeps *THE FEET*
n thats how u 'get KICKS' from my punches


*lil nicky(that adam sandler flick)-was sent to earth to save/raise hell n his snores were shriek inducing (lol)