Scribblin writtens sittin at the table in the kitchen. Since I made the decision, to make it my mission to have written every single bar with verbal precision. Lyrical vision. Syllables hittin. People seem to think there’s something missin. With some paper and some weed and this pencil I’m grippin. Who in the fuck is you kidding? This shit is a head-on collision. You a sickness but that shit in remission. And if you can’t understand it then you should sit back and listen. Every second every minute Every minute every hour. Bite the bullet and face the music. Get some hard alcohol and abuse it. Use it to chase your opiates and barbiturates for amusement. This is my version of self improvement. And if I can’t re-up then im about to lose it. I can’t remember what I been tryna forget. But with enough drugs and alcohol I’ll be all set. Not everybody has the luxury of therapy. So we numb the pain at the cost of mental clarity. I’ll be the first and last to say that life ain’t always fair to me. I think it happens because God is fuckin scared of me. So I do and say things that make people stop and stare at me. But How you gonna glare at me? Like you ain’t got no vices My best advice is, if you got your own business then you should mind it. If you got humility then you should find it. This life has got a lotta people by the throat like it was vice grips. Every second every minute Every minute every hour. Fuck that, Nevermind. Rewind. Get something to live for. A person or a mantra or a metaphor. Abusing substance will never settle the score. It only serves to help you lose the never ending war. The war that is life. Get yourself a reason you can push through the strife. Wake up and stop and realize that the sun shines bright. And the birds sing. You don’t have to find the bad every little thing.