Month: November 2016


The Night I Died By: Caleb Hammonds

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Screws in my head falling loose

Beetle juice evading my home

No friends in my phone

My conscience won’t leave me alone

Drive off this bridge

 It makes sense cause I can’t make a cent

Money on money these conversations ain’t funny

Bring nothing to the table your practically nothing

Lowest I ever been, when God became my medicine

Gave me wisdom to transcend humanly etiquette

My brother, my brother, my sister I represent

My body on fire,  my soul ascends

The devil my friend, beat my body for dividends

Make my friends switch sides so I can enjoy your life

Spear in my side, my head faces to the sky

Never asking why, but thank you God for these stripes