I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he’s listening
Seeing Haters coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I’m a ghost in these killing fields
Hail Mary catch me if I go, let’s go deep inside
the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
Stuck, people are lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can’t adjust
It’s just as well, Hail Mary


“Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is w-with thee…”

Corey’s words were stuttering and mumbled, coming out of his mouth awkwardly past the thickened tongue of alcohol and the husk of barely concealed tears. He sat atop the tall office building with the wind whipping at his hair, the jade pendant that was always around his neck clutched in one hand. He let it hang by the cord over the edge, almost fancying that he could drop it.

“Blessed art thou among… amongst women, and blessed is the f-fruit of thy womb, Jesus…”

How long had it been since he’d prayed? Did he really think that God gave a shit about him anymore? After all the people he’d killed? After all that he’d done? Even if his grandparents had been wrong…

Fags. Sinners. They’ll all burn in hell…

he had surely fucked his chance of any kind of guidance, any hint of love. He hurriedly slipped the pendant back around his neck, shutting his eyes tight. His hand went to his face, a few tears escaping to roll down his cheeks, but he barreled on. He was desperate enough to do so.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

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hey, what's up?

chillin, makin a couple gifs; midweek day off so errands & a chiropractor appt & physio appt lol

wicked game of skate with the good homie Whalins last night. he just about ended my life pulling out the forgotten hammers but somehow i pulled thru — hail mary halfcab flip first try!? stoked :D


Consider this… Dean lies. What if… He didn’t just get lucky. He knew exactly what to say to Timmy because he’d been there before, thirty years ago.  After Mary’s death, Dean’s mom began visiting him at night, in his dreams.  At first it was a blessing.  There was nothing he wanted more than to see his mother again.  Dean tried to tell John about his dreams, but John wouldn’t listen, the memories of his late wife to raw and painful to think about.  Dean was always smart… maybe it would be better, for all of them, if Dean let her go, let her move on.  He knew it would be painful, but it was what was best for her, and it’d be okay.  So he told her one night with tears in his eyes, that she couldn’t come to him anymore.  Mary begged him to let her stay, to watch her little boy grow up.  It wasn’t fair, that she wouldn’t get to know the man he would become.  He looked into her eyes and told her, Sometimes you gotta do what’s best for you, even if it’s gonna hurt the ones you love.  I know you love me, and I’ll always love you, too, Mom.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Our Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among woman, and blessed is the fruit of they womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.