Too many heartbreaks in my life I don’t know what to feel inside.

Too many heartbreaks in my life I don’t know what to feel inside. Nah why I dey on low key I lock myself and I pray Jah. All of my friends and family no play me Javelin they all play nice. The only thing I trust is the holy book every Monday night. I remember when I was Juvenilin’ now I’m grown I’m yawning. Now is the raining days they told in tales, I didn’t really see it coming. So I tell the yungins never lose guard cause I know life isn’t funny. So I put in work and pray to God all work no play for mummy After work No rest no breast no flex my only joy nah Ganja. And if you see me coming don’t greet me one day you go greet old taker. But these days I’m barely yawning, I’m barely horny just for paper. The only thing I want is kpoli dollar for mummy and ice shawdy. If you fuck me up my niggas in the hood go clean you up like nanny. No be say I too get but whenever is all on me I dey hit the target. So brother man no try me else you wan buy market But no buy from me. Cause my market too cost and you no fit pay so no go dey change am for me.