VOL 3

spoent half my daze in a constant haze, blown away by clouds and sun arays. dazed faded would trade sanity for a couple twisted teas. honestly i stay jaded through the misery with supple amounts of cotton mouth. grade school taught me history repeats itself so it's back to the bottom now. sincerely crying for aid feeling autumn might kill me now. laid in bed cried momma asking if I'm fine, half the time clearly lying. tears are falling I'm trying to deal with papi dying but I had no aid so I turned to ever clear for darker days. momma say all youcan do I pray for brighter days. drama reduces me to a smoker in need of a lighter. Bright ideas in need of a comma, I need control.control my only goal was a high, left with a addiction. the good life was a lie just some fiction. nights rougher than constant friction. dealing with trauma by blunts, Daddy wasn't around to be a role model so I don't know right from wrong. big bong hits of fauna bomb my brain lungs blacker than cole write to blow away the pain like Coltrane. Nirvana like Cobain or buhda smoking on marijuana till I can die in a decent hole. my only goal was a high, left with a addiction. the good life was a lie just some fiction. nights rougher than constant friction. momma say all youcan do I pray for brighter days. drama reduces me to a smoker in need of a lighter. Bright ideas in need of a comma, I need control.control