staying my lane

i got that look in my eye ya in my eye why i gota lie ya no lie mamas not to proud of me nether always bin a burden slow lerning cocaine mountains gotta feel my highs like my lows BLURED out i can see my demons dont like um they telling me stories of all my pories the homeies that are far gone now an can neva come back hes screeching like a leach in my ears as im bleading out if i dont change then think of an end game of when im able i may not be so willing to then ill be the ones leaveing my loved ones with a bill. an an earn i gotta keep mine nvstill earn im burning up it lonely on the road i chose tje path im on I'm about to overdose with two roses on each of my hands. I don't understand what kind of men I'm becoming. I am losing my slowly trying to get over the booze and drugs and losing love and all my homies that are gone ya still im a persitant shit i dont I'm fool that don't call it I come from a broken mold but I chose to change that now let's see here with my big Shack full of wraps I don't tap. I'd rather get choked out. not trying to be the tough guy but the bigger they are the harder they fall. we'll learn that usually the hardest way of all. yeah I got my own bag trash stay up in my own Lane if I don't don't get taken no quicker than you think man. this ain't again. I'm not playing yet. just trying to keep it original. I'll come from that broken mold. I told you. yeah I never crack. I never fold