slid off like a rocket can you catch my pocket turned like a socket not out ya pocket fuck with me call me hot pockets I am killer or these beats. idgaf where you from I give love to all the streets killa as I repeat feeling defeat nah not likely still here in the streets dope, emphetamines, heron running the curb most of these fools are just cursed dead falling off like flies from addiction can you depict this fucking strange how I predicted my whole life. I wished you were dead but now it ain't feeling right out of spite damn I am sorry to many times have been bored and wishing for the addiction to take you out but that's not what I am about I just learned that you real all along damn I wished you could have stayed strong but now I am here drinking a beer and smoking a bong for what I have felt I done wrong shit is fucked up. Man I need to buck up and suck up these tears now I am here spreading love from above lord help me I am feeling selfish can't catch hell then catch hell bitch