Life is like a game, been stuck on this level, smoking weed with the mothafuckin devil. Every day is the same, just smoke away the pain, it's all i know so i do it again and again. fighting my demons but sometimes man i just wanna run away. Realise my feelings are fleeting, i can't see em, now the clouds seeded, so i keep on walking through the rain.  I feel week and that just ain't me but narcotics still in my veins. Man i'm going insane... Blow up my head paint a wall with my motherfucking brain... But i can't .... Sometimes i ask, myself if i just had, a normal life not the kind of life that i had to have. Now i stay bed and distract myself from my own head, don't no longer fight and act right gotta have to make a better plan to feel like a man again. Now i got it all planned out, just gotta put in the work in now. Till i feel myself slippin, addiction is a bitch and it all crumbles down. I feel hopeless again, coke weed heroin and opiates. Woe i'm boasting again, ghosting my friends already lost most of them. my sins are grim, and my casket grins i'm lost in this world i'm in. I guess its just is what it is, product of my environment.  Sessions with a therapist, ain't helped shit  Send me through to the pharmacist. You just don't listen I gotta get my bliss and i'll show you repetition.  "Run a away from feelings, it's my way of dealing, with this life that i've had yesterday makes me sad" we all got our demons, laying on the floor i think can see em" but i thank the lord that i'm still breathing i just be keepin, that smile on my face knowing one day it'll all be okay. I'll find my peace in the grave, only myself i couldn't save. For now i struggle with this shit everyday. Contenplate on the pain that my enemies felt, at this hand of a mad man, gas cans proves that he's crazy wanna chop bolly's belly only the god can save me.  trynna find himself, reaching out for help. Cuttin off the scalp of the next motherfucker who'd like to help himself to my juwelery shelf. Couse hell no that shit ain't happening again, gettin all this crap again from my friends trynna make some ends or skins. Eitherway i'm retired i'm done with this shit. Take a hit of whatever the fuck is in this bitch, wake up next morning laying naked in a ditch. Couse Demons got my back and i don't even fight em now, never lose my power homicide is exciting now see. Born with a sword of honour, didn't take long before it became a gun and me peeping round corners, my father turned me into a real problem. Leaving trails of trauma and no i can't solve em.  My mind fucks with me, evil thoughts disrupt my sleep i'm a man who was taught to be, to let nobody test their luck with me. And i've faught for peace, and my father taught to me. son if you can't beat em get your weapon, that'll teach em. Don't worry about police just say it didn't happen say it was me i'll do anything for you lil g. I love you and that's how it's gonna be. Ha i believed, but daddy betrayed me. On a scale i can't even tell, Where to begin, come from a family of sin. It's this darkness that we're in. hurt people hurt people and that's loop no ending it only begins. Trynna make an end on this fucking cycle that i'm in. Fuck friends but those fucked friends you prolly gonna miss in the end. Born alone, die alone doesn't even make sense. And here's the proof you come straight out a womb from a mother who's happy with you, than after that it all depends on you who you choose to stick by em or to cut them loose Dying alone is all up to you.