habitual modelz

strange days indeed, 

for the passion i put in my drink is making me dizzy

i know my bad habit is going to kill me,

 but how do you know if am not dead already?

the warm breeze in my face felt good the moment i slide thru her thighs as she gaps for air

i'm counter-pratin in my dark room,

 like what the fuck am i doing here if i die before i become something

i'm sorry about your pathetic sad life,

 i know you are just survivin and doing your best that a man can under this fucking stressful given circumstances we put ourselves into

i guess we all are the victims

but what different are you tryin to make or do you want to join them because of weakly mindset you posses

i just have to play with the cards life gave to me... 

  thank you

love