Ok Yeah I'm back on the beat Spitting bars bout pain with these Nikes on my feet Not gonna lie, spit this track with liquor on my breath and a few oxys to kill the pain, never gonna pipe down till god lays me down to rest Left the block, but don't test me cos old habits die hard That ain't a flex, only truth on these bars Want to sleep right, I ain't wanna die. At least I ain't on the pipe. Back in the day used to pump dots, so hit my wicka if you wanna crack a shot. Can never unsee these things, when you think they gone they're popping up in your dreams. PTSD is this a dream, or I am I stuck trapping to these fiends, you can never understand the things I've seen. Ask my ex girl, she seen the screaming at night, waking up in sweats, ready to fight Sinking everything to feel the pain, till this day still don't feel the same. Back when we where young it was fun and games, now got older realized it was trauma and pain. To J, miss you brother, hit my line when you hearing this, reminiscing on days when you would flip an eighth for six. PTSD ain't never leaving me, that's why we still burning weed Yo