If You Walked in My Shoes
By Jimmy Seth
You’d still walk through puddles full of pain
See my past and my struggles
Understand why my shoulders holding weight
Feel the anxiety and the traumas
Learn from my mistakes
Keep it real and never fake
Read this book before you judge the cover
Ride or die
But the streets turn their back on you
The streets don’t love you.
Living Nightmare
By Jimmy Seth
My hair keeps falling out in clumps,
The medication doesn’t work like they used to.
The food all tastes the same to me,
Everyone seems so sane to me.
My eyes are just windows to the pain,
The tears feel similar to the rain.
My mind is clearly awake but my body is so tired,
It’s hot outside but my heart has become cold.
My thoughts are young but the memories seem so old,
The flowers blossom but the grass dies all around.
The bees leave the pollen and the birds make no sounds,
Their love hasn’t been the same.
So my hate becomes more enraged,
There’s nothing to mask the fear.
No more signs to make things clear,
Travel down the never ending road.
The boulevard of broken dreams,
Lost between the past and the future.
Stuck moving backwards in present time.
Voices in These Walls
By Jimmy Seth aka Piff Baby
I got no-one left to talk to but these walls,
The walls are the only ones left answering these calls.
They are telling me how to move.
They are telling me what to do.
I’m just another number.
A forgotten name in the system.
Scared to check the date.
Scared to look at the calendar.
Because time seems so long.
Even as days go on.
And the months pass.
There’s still so many years left.
As each year passes,
I continue to lose lovers and friends.
One by one.
These tears drop,
One by one,
Until there’s another puddle around me,
A puddle full of pain.
Since life is so hard,
Death has to be easy.
My angels telling me to go legit.
But my demons telling me to go back to the streets,
Should I live or should I die?
I’m asking these walls because they are the only ones left talking to.
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