Ohhh How uninspiring this is Good thing with it I am sick Achooin All on ya picnic So I get hit But bust back N they like What was that N I keep it pushin Like a damned train on the track Puffin a black As I look back Laid back But never ever back track principles more serious than cardiac Turned getting arrested Into time that I was blessed with Realized all my decisions have come from being tested But Never question Where my faith is gonna be when my time here is ended Or my intention I'd say im ready but don’t know if that’s just me pretendin Ex-Self aclaimed failure based on all the help I been lended Wounds I've tended to Some self inflicted some from you Inner calamities Still pullin through Not for the crew I look in the mirror and see a dude That I'd die for I'd ride for Tell em he aint gotta hide no more That its time to shine forever more No more goin through the shit Never able to contradict The fate laid out for him Or so he says Really I think he's just scared of a little success instead of attempting to tread over the lake of dread He fills his head with meds Faking it To whomever in his gut could possibly be a threat But doin so only fucks him in the end Now he cant get out cant even shout Or call a friend…WHAT?!00 He honestly doesn’t know who to trust Cant even trust himself Always succoming to lust So at this moment A bust is his life In the slow lane Get back to you when I find who he truly was thats