Wonder if my pen could speak, what would it say? My owner is a f**ing loner, all of his friends are alcoholics and stoners While he's busy with the coka, tequila shots, and cold Coronas Puts down his toaster then he picks me up before he does another choker Strangles me and angles me against the sheet Now bleeding out his hatred to sick a** beats This happens all week, through me he speaks He doesn't waste a drop of my blood, his conscious leaks Out of my dome, he's high on d**, deep in the zone I'm bleeding at home every time this creep is alone His evilest drone, hatred for the people has shown Each time we're together, his demons will roam I can feel his anger squeezing my bones He needs me to hone his violent methodical sk** I seep into domes, soaking the page My whole life laid on the line Wasting my time, this life is on the page well as mine It's like five in the morning, Skinny man should be snoring But he can't f**ing do it cause his life is too boring So his mind starts formulating lies to tell Cause it's a Tuesday and he's f**ing high as hell Ain't nobody gonna tell on some sh** they don't know So he hides in a place where nobody gonna go His mind gets erased from concoctions he's made Lines on a plate and vodka and Gatorade I think that maybe he's afraid that his choice was wrong Although a lot of people love him and his voice through songs I've seen flashes of signs that his mind is strong But most times that we meet seems like his mind is gone So he empties out thoughts with the use of my blood It's time for slurry wordy blurry, mostly stuck in the mud I know he ain't got f**ing money so he does it for love What am I thinking of? This crazy f**er does it for d** He grips me so hard, my neck's about to snap Sixteen bars is like eternity within this craft He never lets the pressure up, why don't he let it up? Wide up, I express the thoughts of a Leviathan I know every secret and what eats him away It's sad to say, he looking very peaceful today He's controversial, next line, what will he say? Feeling lonely cause he flips soon as I friended a page Got shorty with him, when he blazes I burn with him Although his heart is empty I see the fruits of his wisdom There he goes again, he's breaking my tip But he never throws me out, he just changes the ink His favourite pen, I swear that I'll be there till the end I can't pretend, I'll probably be buried with him when he's dead Rhyme sacred, I'll be there for standing ovations And I'll still be there even if he never makes it (Scene from The Shining)