~ Still Trippin - But, I don't see pretty colors, peace or love ~
I find peace only when I have no possessions. I keep going into hell.
"... I Am The Agony Inside The Dying Head, This Is Injustice, Woe Unto Thee, I Pray This Punishment Would Have Mercy On Me ..."
" *you ask me again I'mma tell you the same, I'm flipping on ..ya .. while I'm tripping on ya .. "
Don't confuse my fear with anger. My fear is much more volatile.
Cut me, and you will not see me bleed, I will hemorrhage from within.