test 1

I just just chill smoking green all the way through it not giving a fuck how ppl see me in their eyes they couldn't always see the picture in full size that I'm not after the big thighs and cute little sighs I'm after all new highs while filling up the money pot I'm not perfect guys I'm always just chillin in my room or driving in my car vroom never sober nor over man ppl say I'm as lucky as the four leaf clover I'm so over how life has been. but I still want to remain unseen with my brain it's been infected by an unknown strain I used to think no one knew the pain till they locked me in a psychiatric ward to show me I'm not singular nor regular and as I thought unspectacular I'm more another mental case that likes to fight and get into everyone's face always in their space and always wants a taste they say I'm going at full pace but I'm just running in different race with a cast that's quite fast in the test we call life test 1 do well at school and remain cool I failed that the moment stepped into class and tripped on a stool everyone looking down at me like I'm a fool laughing it felt like ppl were photographing my every move a thought I would remove if I could I would but I can't so I won't and have another cone smoke until my thoughts of getting arrested by a cop or getting shot or getting pelted by rocks I'll think of a cute Lil fox