smoke a blunt cuz I hope it will ease my pain Just a little I was feeling just like my sink cause I was so drained in the middle , I saw a shrink and saw its not okay that I was belittled since I was little so now I'm toppling buildings off of my pills again , I got no filter , I just talk and I'm killing this don't mean a zany im but often appealing them mom left me with this feeling that something was wrong with me , owed an apology , I know I'll never get but acknowledge me , I'm stuck with your image , I look in the mirror, and it is given , I am a child you delivered , you might never get it , part of me died , but I'm living my heart is a sentence, the bars I delivered had part of me in them, I gave it away hope my God will forgive me , the heart of sinner in me , I'm not really friendly, don't mob in the Bentley, mom was an addict , thats all she give me , this fucking addiction ,I live with I'm ending I live with the risk of offending I think that my wife doesnt love me I stick to stick to the pen cause my life will get ugly ,the mic Is ma vent ,i throw my life away and I guess since I'm a nut I might as well bust me, it's end of discussion , bitterness cuts in , I use the pencil, and draw up a gun then