PTSD

PTSD brain need some peace raised by the streets chained by a beast flamed enemies tamed inner me blame it on me I'll be yo peace here, trade me a peice clear I made it atleast ill, shame you a leech practice and preach constantly reaching for a door you ain't breaching an alore, steady blinging on the floor but he dreaming tussle rustle wit demons the muscle of seman bless balls be the reason calling through cement hollering screaming alive wit no peace eyes, resting on me yeah I need a freak spies get a sneak run up on brinks Cuba wit links fuel up wit sphinx fool em wit da mink pool of blood stink after clotting a week roll em over he blink/ PTSD my mind need some peace yall blind by the street out here grind just to eat yeah PTSD