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5 years ago
Emotions keep on running just like a forgotten faucet,Couldnt forget if I was tryin,Dad I know Im garbage,I mean I hate myself,I've become so gaurded,Heart hardened,Minds lost it,I hate yall om the real,If I was Bill,I'd have killed,The whole thought kid, well she just a hoe thot, but that's an old topic, still stuck in an old process,and still I cant believe it, a roll model, stuck in a beaver yet I never could leave it,Tempted by these demons,I'm seeing,Young Nigga who struggles wit breathing,Cuz I replaced the oxygen wit all this smoke I been needin,Mentally scared, broken and beaten,Still ain't touch the needle,Oh I might as well,I just wanna be high as hell,And I think that's fine an swell,Been known as a little rascal, covered in Tabasco,Breath fire when its bars, they say I talk out my asshole,Criminal Still at large,So I'll shove my words down ya throat, you can eat shit, till you lose focus, eyes red, but now I'm crying, I quit that tokin, and realized that I done lost all my tokens, you joking if you think you can win at this game, dont matter bout the skill,You still'll sell ya soul for the fame,They Hopin ya brain is open for change,Thank Ya Dolla $igns,They what opened the page for you to even open that stage,And they all love you,What they dont know or know what you say,And No it ain't hate,I'm always happy just to see another young nigga paid,But you gotta recognize who paved up ya way,Get in touch wit ya roots,Start spreading some grace.