i hear the kick of the snare pick up the pad click the pen started to stare i know what's wrong but its hard to care hard to share your hand when yhe cards arent fair i needed parents but they werent there mom had to work to pay the bills i was smoking weed Nd popping pills to strung out to think i should stop and chill to be real i may be in over my head at least thats how it feels would i be better of dead then back on the meds let me get out my feels ive got dope to deal i never cut that hook it up fat so they always come back but im no good at keeping contact stand to close youll catch a contact ive been neaning ti get on that im headed for infinity and beyond that this mortal ready tor thr combat ill fuck you pussies up like a tom cat all my letters lower case you talk in cap lock im oldschool like matlock no time to chill feels like a bad spot harvest thoughts my mind is a cash crop heart beating hard believing its moments before blast off 1 in a billion thr feeling that ive got no time for building the villian is my clock nothing appealing about the healing of my thoughts no penicillin for healing on my watch life is heavy i hold my own weight. its a balancing act to stay steady nobody told me to get ready no one asked if im ok not a flex but i can bend without breaking to not invest in me is a risk not worth takinggo