Thoughtz of a Heathen

#SCARREDHEATHEN #WIKKED #THAFAM ALL LYRICS BY @Wikked He sit in idle. Fukk titles.. a real champ . walk in dark . eyes closed with no lamp Rubber stamped.. ladies had it with this tramp. she walked away. looking back now her face damp Heo do the math . my lungs breathing some good gas get back handed .my ears done. had enuff sass Idle thoughts. fears fought. .... . Im still here I handle theses dark thoughts. by drinking liquor clear Still breaking..ground. rather that than breaking down still jump at sounds. pills dont help me settle down tears of clown.. acting up off of emotions now cigarette hitting filter. i still smoke.... it down cant heal a hethen.. unionized. the demons meeting Feet on the ground. .. head down.. the suns beating I guest we even . nife wounds they heal weird Thats not from rain.. them Stains. they come from real tears. more hate than pride. too stubborn just... to let it ride Guuns ejecting more shells. only way im gone let it slide