sad like it's ozu movies, so cats ask "curtis francis, how you flow so groovy, then act sad?" i don't know, i just always had the logic and obsession and of man i had the whole catalogue of confessions it's not a reflection of if or not i followed the lessons i learned a lot as i was hollowed out and swallowed by depression now i steady stay in bedding like it's bed bugs i just want a hug plus a bullet and the headrush fire up my god damn tumblr, hit the follow, brah and holler at the scholar of miserable melancholia i'm more morose than all of you, deader than a mannequin i stay depressed like canyons, kid sad boy entertainment, real sad and real true is the only shit the boy curtis bringing to you cos i been through the shit you been into, and did too and know it's you that gotta forgive you, okay baby? young boy really paid dues and costs i read sylvia plath, i sang salvia palth i smoked the salvia plant, but homie, something was off it just wasn't the same god damn dope in the sauce now i'm back on the chronic like recursion each pound an excursion, give my mouth an insertion, yum what? i'm fucking bad liked spoiled fruit bagged your bald dad in baghdad with some oil loot, and boiled roots he cook yam, while i'm hooked on phonics and anagrams so what was once a lion's pride is now a diaper full of lamb i be pulling on the strands, curtis stoned like christ spark fire till my soul on ice, like addicted to the reefer, addicted to the sadness addicted to the bitches and addicted to their badness got the sad boy gene, so this whole shit's built in me cioran know the troubles, being born is killing me

addiction, it's a hell of a drug playing pipe in the pale moonlight, the devil shows no love i don't hold no funds, i just purchase the product a version of privatization where it's murder for profit i'm killing brain cells, taking Ls, taking out my own self faking out myself on how i'm making out, it don't help damn, i'm a mess, i'm a wreck, i don't even need to check i either need to cash a cheque or hit the twelve steps addiction, it's a hell of a drug i learned skills from the best but i don't hold no grudge i don't hold no funds, i just stockpile pills i don't want to kill myself, i just want myself to feel fuck, i need a sip of elixir, a little refresher a mixture of coffee and liquor or beer or whatever i'ma use that, how i gotta do it, getting through it i abuse that, always try to hold it but i lose it addiction, it's a hell of a drug it delivers a kick but it don't pull no punch i don't hold no funds, i'm acquiring habits cos i'm distracted and embarrassed in society's madness now i'ma play that game where you switch up the drugs and for a second rediscover what it means to be buzzed fuck it, we're balling now, yeah, we speedballing now seven stories, free falling now, i see the ground i'm on drugs like advisory labels popping pills until my mind is unstable, pause what up, yo, bitch, you ain't heard of addiction it's always termed an affliction in these earnest depictions shit, you ever tasted the sun? well? you ever wasted your funds? all by the eighth of the month? you ever played with a gun? you ever sprayed it for fun? shot yourself and still won what's behind door one? number one son i was, walking and talking potential i had a life once, too, but it wasn't eventful now i'm baked and into poppers like i'm jalapeno thinking of the 12 year old me and wondering how could he know at 15, i played with css and javascript at 18, fitted hats and kafka lit then college called and rolled around and life unfolded quick and i was grown up, it was sick, but suddenly i was grown up sick all of a sudden a junkie or something, i punked myself and i can't even leave the house, and i just wanna clean my mouth and in the here and now i'm spiralling imagining if i could go a day without my vitamins, i'm trying mom but today's curtains, and tomorrow's worthless tonight i'm blacking out on purpose cos i'm hella nervous it's curtis francis, baby, live from the void and i'm addicted to filling it, holla at your boy i'm on drugs like patents ass going down with the ship like the captain having half a mickey of gin, on a whim, in a single slug and still ain't drink enough so that my fucking brain ain't think of stuff i should give my own ass a beating, and hit up a meeting plus it's been a couple weeks since i've properly eaten but that's a matter for another hour when i ain't been under the power of fungus and flower for fucking hours, man i function on these shrooms like i'm mario i ain't even tripped yet, i think, maybe, but hardly though my bloodstream's a motherfucking party bro stuff running up and down my veins like it's god damn cardio the drug hustle harder than if carbonneau or gainey in the eighties on skates i'm a carbon-based barbarian who blames blaze trees, in some really not controlled burns like brett's beard, buying out all the shops that sold herbs i don't learn from mistakes i make, i make them with someone new what up, girl, who are you? i'll sniff cocaine with addicts, vyvanse with sad chicks lucky i'm not diseased, i'll fuck the both of them hatless so what's the next button to push? i'm afraid of the come down like bush i'm afraid of the dope like that one boy in infinite jest i'm the ghost who's still afraid of his death

young, sad, got heat, call it columbine fuck you and yours, i am all about all of mine all these clowns act blase when i style a rhyme but i be on a real dude's map like palestine you ain't a pal of mine, pig, you a peon you signifying nothing but you writing it in neon your fury sound silly, find it funny how phoney rappers are frequently former actors so when dumbfuck, numbnutted, faux tough young bucks come front, saying that you want what, you out of your depth like what kiddo, how the hell do you think you present your bench press plate strength ain't making a dent this is murder on the mic, aight, i write recite, these lines reject replies ain't no reprise, replays, reprieves redos, reviews, i refuse rewinds leave you freeze dried, feed you to my cats, that's birdie and zeus, you only know i spat raps like a verse or a few, but young homie had stats like murder and loot, dome full so the snapback's a permanent booth, tongue chrome, gat packed and averted from view, nothing show, knapsack hide the work that i do, come home, cats spazzed and the furniture moved, plus the light has a strange hue i kick rhymes like crocs and docs your shoe shop's out of stock, plus you ain't got no socks your wife told me you're about to drop but she ain't think she gonna come out to cop she digs my shit, though, thinks it's hot licks my shithole, stinks a lot, what it ain't nothing that we need be speaking about but for now you're gonna sleep on the couch, now get out i'll be gone by the morning find me around the net like deandre jordan i run post, take control of the boards and ignore your piss poor porous portraits of discourse they're afforded import awarded to points scored on indoor gym floors in rec league men's sports i ain't in stores, i ain't even in the stud ain't no head room there, i'm in the bedroom, dude, boom

i want these women like double i want drugs plus i'm the salt of the earth of girth and they're slugs so it ain't my fault another hottie caught the bug and hunny dug what i slung, what can i do but shrug, shit i catch dome like cathedral and mosque, brat babes that in their daily is cerebral and boss, the sex games we play crazy, you ain't even ever heard of it perverted shit, i penetrate and permeate to permanence dude got ass from all attitudes of bad bitches magnitudes of nasty bringing anger to their dad figures don't matter, thin or fat, asian, latin, white or black as long as girly went to the new school, barnard, bard or pratt i like bad art bitches with piercings who like threesomes and work at the dispensary that's located next to me what you think, i already said, bad feminist deep inside these chicks like their enemas i want these women like triple i want my mother's approval but need them both because the sickness is brutally twofold shit, you couldn't fathom the fathoms of futile fantasies my faculties are facile fucking fairy tale factories, shit