Vickarieo's Thought Patterns

I sit on my perch

No father for the hour

SO enternal father hear my prayer

I gotta make it there

Can’t you see

While am on the sea

Wind breeze 

Money all in my mind

Gonna make it this time

Gotta make that dime

Gonna get mine

Been on this grind

Now I came to find

My self on this

100 foot yacht

Never to be caught

Rather be shot 

That’s about 3000 keys

6 hundred a block

Of pure unchopped

Nicaraguan 

About to kill the blocks

Once we make it cross the border

Gotta cross the border

I make it back to dock

Just to flip a block for $13,000 a pop 

Forgotten all the drama 

Bout to bring the load back

Kill the summer 

Few baby mamas 

So paid just might buy a llama 

If we make it cross the boarder

Cross the boarder

Gotta cross the boarder

AMEN!

Please come quicker

I waiting for ya

Heart racing as I am hanging

To and fro dangling

Your  caving in  and

The grip has become strangling

Lately I have been chillin with different factions

Trying to get a an easy reaction from what

I call a mind fuck

So she texts back after a week

K.O’d I feel off my feet,

Weak.

I’m at awe

Like walking into a closed door

Which I hate,

I took a leap of faith 

Just to hear,

Wait.

For the goodness of sake 

For I am intoxicated of all I can take

Shot one

Shot two

Shot three

No more

Okay i’ll take shot four

For reasons I have none

Just wanna party 

Have fun

Responsibilities

Permissibly  I dismiss

As I take a deep whiff of the night air

Its quite transparent

Even though thoughts are incoherent

That my life take place 

At a fast pace

Behind the wheel of an F-1 Maclaren

I stay leering 

And I don’t mean staring !

Bullet one, 

I’m just in it for the fun

For the rush

Feel the cold hard steel with each touch

Bullet two

What more can I do

When its everything I knew

It was so brand new

To me

As I loaded bullet three

Where else could I be

Who else could it be 

But,

Me

Thoughts shallow

Hope dwindled 

Will hollow

Mind swindled  

By the thoughts

Its 50/50 as I flip my thoughts

Caged in this schizophrenic ounslught

“Break him, break him, break him”

They whisper, stutter and mummer

Mind games I wonder?

Then think?

And even futher ponder?

Really though?

Its like secretly I’m the star of some lame prank TV show?

In my hands lye no cash

For the hate mail

Critics that backlash

Constantly they back sass

Truthfully,

They could all kiss my black ass

However,

My cheeks are now sore

I mean I just can’t take anymore

Spin, Spin, Spin

With the flick of a wrist 

Stop at the first click

This might be it

Holy shit

Bienvenido to my death

Should I hold my breath?

Yes, squeeze the trigger!

Oh shit!

In just the blink of an eye

My whole life drives by

Like a Audi on the autobon

I’m gone

Eyes open

Its a false alarm 

One young girl

Plus new born

Minus money

We all Ha ha ha

But its not funny

Its not funny at all

As we splurge and we ball

They just wish they had any at all

She just wish she wasn’t so poor

On the floor 

She can’t take any more

Strapped with tape and a trash bag 

She makes a quick nab

As  she sells a soul to the river

A life dangled over the bridge

What is the price of freedom

Where you live?

No moses story 

Just a sad twisted 

Bit sadistic tale

Of a mother who terribly failed

No Bible stories, But by now that baby

Could be in  the stomach of a whale

The sad folk of the one who never asked to be born

Sinking to a pit of forever scorn

No baptisms 

Just a child dying 

A teenager crying

In the midnight sky

With no one to wonder why

Leaning over a bridge

Crying about what you did

Why did ya?

Who pushed you too it?

If you didn’t have the child,

Would you have to do it?