i make rational decision, i think,
i sink, in a blood red river,
and rain, pain for the weak,
please cease existence instant,
exquisite, manifest of his own destiny,
but the bitch wont listen.
especially since i stopped hittin her up,
regrettably, cus she seen other hoes were stressin me.
but let them off with a sigh and made em all cry,
why? Cus honestly i felt more of a man inside,
you aint perfect, and neither am i,
I need help someone call out.
dreams about makin it is startin to seem far out…
So i stare at the ground livin in a whole life of doubt
but have to hold my head up high cus all the things im living without,
friends mainly fam, i dont need those fans ,
people think i just want fame but dont shit im about,
corrupt soul doesnt know where to go,
lost on this lonely road destination unknown,
sometimes i cry, but only when im all alone,
this cold world on my own, not even this jacket i own,
man but this bracket ill hold,
burning down my pre-rolled and say be hold,
look at this perfect ass spliff!
like im the shit, but realy what is life sellin weed gon get?
a little change? but things still gon be the same shit.
so instead i do tattoos to get a grip but that shit flipped,
cus now i gotta see a therapist,
since i get depressed, and instead of cuttin my wrist,
i rather get inked up then scratch out them shits.
be aware dont close your eyes, see through the blinds
wipe your feet on the welcome mat
come inside, the code is 669 dont panic
i opened up my mind all access granted.
also there is not enough seats,
so try to understand it.
and once you enter im sealing off the exit.
then hittin the kill switch to my mental process