I think

I woke up one day and said mama I want some bread but I ain’t have nothing spread rip to all the niggas that are dead one day I was thinking in my bed let’s write a story about red. Let’s write a story about blue and blue. The little kids thinks it’s a game but when they really see flame go out in a brain they flamed they think they are tough, but they ain’t don’t ask me what I seen cause I don’t wanna talk I seen so much in the streets I can’t even say.