slaves

.556 wicked with no rest figured id be dead probably filled with lead most didnt know spittin so much radiation that i glow healing slow im a killer any other day mostly disdain folding dismay under pressure always blind fuck this small place in time do you really wanna understand we dont rate our lives in tens fuck a trend just hit this weed you are free come my friends follow me to the Northside its cold hate gets old fate must know why we are slaves to our phones