open letter to my landlord...truestory.

i'd like to thank you for motivating me to wreck some shit tonight, cause wiht my heartstrings stretched this tight i've got some impulses i'm not even gonna try to fight.

I'm getting evicted? well i was sick of every cent that i make going to rent and i hate your constructed concept of property.

See, i'm a good guy with a bad side and a bad habit of letting shit slide... but you're offering me endentured servitude and profiting from my basic needs... and living's getting pricey in the land of the free...

And i'm tired. Not the tame tried tired of too many sleepless nights... not even the well earned walking dead swagger won by working well past weary... no, i've been burning the candle at both ends... and stress is my only consistant friends... and that's some kinda suped up butane...

but get this. see... i'm going to cross beating the system off my wishlist... let simply surviving become my big fist... and let anybody come to stop me.

see, i've got a bottle and a rag... and thats the only reason this bike kid'll buy gas... and that's the only reason to rock Xs and strike a match... well, and cause it's fucking cold out.

Because did i tell you? I'm gonna move into a treehouse... consider this my peace out, and i don't really see how i missed this bus before... because it's cold, but i've got blankets and the tree house just sits vacant, and home's just what you make it.. so i'm gonna make it.

And BEFORE YOU DECIDE I"M CRAZY...

I'm still going to have this ink in my pen, and i'm still gonna have the help of my friends... and in the end...

I'd rather write those rent checks to the stars... stay warm, chuckin' bottles and spittin bars... so, take your heat, your rent, your walls... i've heard my call to wreck them all.

I've found sweetness in my sleeplessness... learned we're not alive till we're exhausted.

So thanks again for stretching me tight.
o i could find my peace in a tree.