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"Start it right here; I don't want it to be over.
Say it right here; I don't want it to be over.
You've got a beautiful face."

"With the verse every pixel is picture perfect"


-Mac Lethal


Hey everyone, I'm Lev. I'm 18, a college Sophomore located in Baltimore. Hit me up if you want to go to a reading or slam, I know of some decent places in the area.


I guess if you want to know me, I like the same things everyone else likes. It's strange; you can compare a million people and they all like the same things. Music, movies, friends, going out, staying in, long talks, coffee or tea, love, and bowling. It's what we don't do that makes us unique.

Here's what I don't do:

Talk about people behind their back.
Lie.
Give anything less than 100%.
Spread rumors.
Cheat.
Accept anything that I can make better.

And I guess when people do those things, I dismiss those people. I won't live forever, and I can't waste precious time with anyone who can't be true.

"It was buried under a flask and uh
Caught it peekin' from the bottom of a glass
All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence
Indulgence in bourbon, this herb, and twin city kids, just disturbed

I look around to see the same shit from her
She can just sit silent, watchin' life just pass by in a blur
Ain't it funny?
We can sneak into our lives and then stir
Over the perfect things to say
And then just choke on the words?

Everybody wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in step
Everybody wanna fuck
Everybody want the consequence without playing the fence
Everybody's got shit luck
Everybody wanna move to they own beat
Everybody wanna make a dent
Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing
Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend
Everybody hates me
Everybody wanna fight

We can't stand to wake up in the sun
But can't sleep in the moonlight
I'm right there wit ya
I'm shakin' in my own skin
I got the closed and the jaded grin
I'm at a bar with a coffee shop
But I don't like drinkin'
And I fuckin' hate coffee shops
I'm off the stop the world
It's been spinning like a tilt-a-whirl
This ain't amusment, I'm a lose it
(Got two cents) It was bullshit, uh
Got two cents
But everybody seems to have the same change but can't break my five up
Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the cup it's like

If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes, disappear
If you can't see them, then they can't see you
Right, close your eyes

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

A voice,
And it's strained to think
It might break
Scratch, Crack, Silence,
Voice,
And It's strained to think
It might break
Scratch, Crack,

I
Live in the city, like any other
We all live alone
The only difference is we don't seem to know it
Frozen and lonesome,
When it's cold
In the summer gotta wait for the loathing
Holding, our posture so low
And we drink so there's not much worth noting
Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so gone, so mistaken
So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out
So full of doubt, so full of restraint
So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof
That we doubt the soul

If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes, disappear
If you can't see them, then they can't see you
Right, close your eyes

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand."

-"P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life," P.O.S.