Today I have nothing.  Maybe that’s a good thing.  Maybe it means enjoy an empty moment of clarity.   Pouring myself for the right word.  Sometimes my writing is so fast its sloppy.  ~F*cK iT~ If your reading this then you're lucky.  Lucky to sail alongside my brain.  Right now I feel like just talking a little ****.  This helps fuel my music.  The invasion and take over of ears and making pulses rise is my object of affection.  I smirk as a hater waits in the shadows for an opportunity but he knows there's no chance.  Grimey words used to describe my life and truth spit like hoy terminology that’s infectious to the listener.  Do I stop because you listening?  Hell ya!  I start back again when your hearing me.  I flunked out of apology school so the long road to reach one has taken as long as it's taken to come up with the morning after pill.  People don’t like the truth.  I've hated it.  Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better to be told.  I love life.  The smell of a beautiful women.  Her perfume and pheromones creating a hypnotic blend of intense yearning.  The fast but smooth transition of an Audi R8 from residential to highway.  The slow motion look of people watching you pass, angry cause their life sucks or angry because they have to read your plates...1WinnR... Hey, I've been a hater too.  I can't say I've been Mr. Suave without saying I've been Mr. No Job before.  I can laugh and smile at myself now.  I was the biggest rich-man/ poor-man that people ever laid eyes on.  Believe me, perception of the Devil could be great, remember he comes in many forms.  The precision of my forked-tongue was the envy of men and the thief of souls in women.  The smoothness and articulation or the thus passion could trick many and fool even myself.  Yeah, I can remember when it was 'all about me'.  No bull**** only mine and lose the attitude.  It doesn't fit in their room with mine already keeping the drinks ice-y.  A few dollars here, hit this person or that place and anyone could be fooled. I was a jester but presented myself a king.  People followed like the pied piper and they the blind mice.  My tunes were radio worthy and my lyrics like words from a sailor.  I am the Catcher in the Rye. Today I have nothing.  Maybe that’s a good thing.  Maybe it means enjoy an empty moment of clarity.   Pouring myself for the right word.  Sometimes my writing is so fast its sloppy.  ~F*cK iT~ If your reading this then you're lucky.  Lucky to sail alongside my brain.  Right now I feel like just talking a little ****.  This helps fuel my music.  The invasion and take over of ears and making pulses rise is my object of affection.  I smirk as a hater waits in the shadows for an opportunity but he knows there's no chance.  Grimey words used to describe my life and truth spit like hoy terminology that’s infectious to the listener.  Do I stop because you listening?  Hell ya!  I start back again when your hearing me.  I flunked out of apology school so the long road to reach one has taken as long as it's taken to come up with the morning after pill.  People don’t like the truth.  I've hated it.  Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better to be told.  I love life.  The smell of a beautiful women.  Her perfume and pheromones creating a hypnotic blend of intense yearning.  The fast but smooth transition of an Audi R8 from residential to highway.  The slow motion look of people watching you pass, angry cause their life sucks or angry because they have to read your plates...1WinnR... Hey, I've been a hater too.  I can't say I've been Mr. Suave without saying I've been Mr. No Job before.  I can laugh and smile at myself now.  I was the biggest rich-man/ poor-man that people ever laid eyes on.  Believe me, perception of the Devil could be great, remember he comes in many forms.  The precision of my forked-tongue was the envy of men and the thief of souls in women.  The smoothness and articulation or the thus passion could trick many and fool even myself.  Yeah, I can remember when it was 'all about me'.  No bull**** only mine and lose the attitude.  It doesn't fit in their room with mine already keeping the drinks ice-y.  A few dollars here, hit this person or that place and anyone could be fooled. I was a jester but presented myself a king.  People followed like the pied piper and they the blind mice.  My tunes were radio worthy and my lyrics like words from a sailor.  I am the Catcher in the Rye.