D.U.I

Driving and riding under the influence feel it on my face clearly pure ignorance Is that a fucking honky or a cow in a fence Head in the ride my baby got no innocence I the the roads melting away it only a figment I hate fuckers hating just because of a pigment I apologize I can rap and write without melanin maybe you could build yourself if stop meddling Driving and riding under the influence Feel it on my face clearly pure ignorance I’m vile, disgusting not raised by my parents So manners or morals but the ones I self inherit I was raising myself yeah I was a self parent Hid things I did the few times i saw them caring I know my mother loved me but the been sharing Middle child forgot about until alarms blaring Got me all I want but she wasn’t really hearing The calls for help I truly needed to be fair I wasnt really conceded and my problems I kept concealing But i was in no enviornment for true self healing The moment I moved out I was dealing and popping unlawful pills n getting fucked up more then the building a broken trailer no water or heat spilling I was dying my partner wasnt willing to save from a death that nearing Saved by a few just so my words get skewed and they treated me like villain if I counted how many did it’d be breaking the ceiling if you dove in my mind you wouldn’t understand how I’m chilling I been spending my years slowly killing Myself my health and every single feeling If I was invited to go slide and start billing I’m so down that I’d hop in ready for drilling I’ve been conditioned around drugs and killings Watching murders on tape at the age of eleven Cartels beheading now the videos arnt upsetting Desensitized to the worst I broke a setting Cause I’m no longer sending empathy for life Death is an escape not an ending this the type of message the worlds been sending I can’t away the passage is bending animals are blending the colors keep meshing and I can’t get away the trauma was impending the pain just kept vending I’m scarred my minds far past mending So before I’m descending my music I’ll keep spreading it’s just butter for the breading I ain’t even got a dollar for spending but I’ll get this home comprende?, cause I’ll get those checks paying I’ll kick out the bitches saying I won’t ever make making, have shaking like their bacon when baking their faces won’t facing me the same after misplacement their eyes stitched to genitals blood dripping from my tendrils made their breasts my sandals their ducks my candles light em up we vandals vandalizing a holy statue poor a bag of blood at its venue giving Bloody Mary hiv will that offend you good cause obligated for nothing I’ll descend you into madness crack your skull with a cashew you can catch can you? No then banish a fool who can’t rap just drool I’m a better rapper that’s true if you could rap you need an e cause that’s the only way you’ll succeed you dried up dirty sucky pussy no one wants a sagging tushy or a baggy coochie get the four this place you smell like bussy fuck