#SSV #NobodisBusiness how do I say this? broken I am so I'm killing these lyrics like the serums in em for healing this bitterness. tryna be open. but monsters I cage for the better of all of us just wont remain within. stressing me out while I'm tryna keep sane in my feeble attempt to be more than I really am. emotions no good for me. argue I dare you! my wars are so frivelous I could not shed the slightest fuck to act like im giving ya. worn to many masks, who am I really? couldn't even begin to draft what I'm feeling yet alone act like I'm comprehensive of the person that I really is. chaos rips through my cranium, scrambled eggs is what my brains get made of it. mangled dead is how I'm feeling lately and I try to fix it but it's more like feigning truth. paralyzed by all the pain I cater too. perspective needs rearranging but I'm trapped in a negative chasm of decadence. where I'm basking in perishing, relishing every bit. but I need to get on the move. still I'm shackled in chains to this path I resist so I'm picking these locks like a connessiour of these bad habits like the convicts do. making cents of all the dollars strewn. in other words I'm breaking down , but losing ain't my style, but cruising im about,so regardless onward bound is the only direction of which I'm found when I'm walking out. listen close when I'm talking pal. I'm a different breed of your typicals. but do love the weed and the way it whyles me. the smoke is dope with the way its clouding and the feelings great with the way its crowding my whole mental state until I feel profoundly better than I did when I went without it.