deadly

Voices act hard but I call em cowards. Hallucinations appear to be real but I’m not ready to be flowered. Cruising around to distract. Since day one I have a dirty driving abstract. Everyone’s acting strange around me. Honest to god, death has just not recognized me. Thinking ahead of, life after I’m dead. In 4 days, by me, Ramayan got read. 40 bucks to a methhead and I got my best head.