hour glass by Omar Gomez

My friend wrote this, he is in jail now. I posted this becuse i think is real deep and i wanted to know if you all though the same.

IM RUNNING OUT OF SAND I SEE LIFE AS A BIG HOUR GLASS//

IVE TRIED TO FORGET ABOUT IT BY INHALING CANIBIS TO THE POINT WHERE IM NUMB AND EVEYTHING MAKES ME LAUGH//

THREE MORE LITTLE GRAINS OF SAND BEING POURED//

I USE TO WEAR BANDANAS TO HIDE MY EYES I WORE DARK GLASS TO COVER MY EYES//

WHY MY EYES WHERE BLOOD SHOT RED AND CLEARLY U CAN SEE I WANTED TO RIDE FOR MY BOYS I WAS GONA DIE//

MANY PEOPLE CRITIZE ME FOR WEARING ALL BLUE WITH MY PANTS BEING TO LOOSE OR BAGGY//

NOW IM GONA DROP SOME KNOWLEDGE IM GONA WELCOME YALL TO MY MENTALITY//

IM A THINKER’S MAN AND MAN THINK I’LL SAY THINGS HEAVY ENOUGH SO IN YOUR MIND THEY CAN SINK//

PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME WHY IM SO NEGATIVE WHY I THINK THE WAY I THINK//

WELL I HOPE FOR THE BEST AND EXPECT THE WORST FIRST//

THE WAY I SEE MY BIRTH MY LIFE AS A WAY GOD GIVING THIS WORLD A DEADLY CURSE//

I FEEL WHAT I SPEAK AND SPEAK WHAT I FEEL//

IF THE TRUTH HURTS THEN THINK AS MY WORDS AS A STAKE MADE OUT OF STEEL//

DIGGING DEEP IN YOUR BODY SOUL AND SPIRIT DON’T FAKE THE FUNK KEEP IT REAL//

AND LET YOUR WOUNDS HEAL//

DO YALL THINK IM REAL OR JUST A MITH?FOR THIS COLOR OF MY SHIRT I WOULD
DEFEND IT WITH KNIFES AND STICKS//

WE WERE ORGANIZED WE WERE TIGHT LIKE BOW TIES//

NOW IM THINKING ON HOW I WASTED MY LIFE NOW I THINK HOW IT WOULD’VE BEEN IF I ACTUALLY TRIED//

THE BUS TO HAPPINESS LEFT AND HOUR AGO IT LEFT ME BEHIND WITH NO PERSON IN SITE//

NOT A FRIENDLY HAND NO CAR NO CHANCE FOR A HITCH HIKE//

THEY SAY THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM I GUESS I WOKE UP LATE//

NOW IM TRING TO WORK WITH I GOT LEFT//

NOW I GOTTA DO WHAT I DO WITH A DIFFERENT MENTALITY I DIFFERENT MINDSTATE//

DAM ALMOST OUT OF SAND MY HOUR GLASS IS ALMOST FILLED LET MAKE THIS SO
YALL CAN UNDERSTAND ME//

THESE MENTAL DEGREES I’VE ACHIEVED THE BRAIN FLUID IT TAKES TO BELIEF WOULD EQUAL THE SEVEN SEA//

SEE SOME OF YALL TELL HOW IT MIGHT BE I TELL IT HOW I SEE WHAT MY EYE MAKE ME BELIEF//

IM OUT OF SAND IM OUT OF SAND INSTEAD OF ASKING IF YOU CAN SPEAR A MINUTE IM GONA GO TO THE DESERT AND ASK A LIZZARD FOR SAND TO FILL UP MY HOUR GLASS//