it's hard being the one with the world on your shoulders heart getting colder as you get older nightmares of penitentiary friends in there indefinitely I've been through fits of depression i hope that maybe these words will make an impression fore I get picked up by the state I gotta state my confessions sharpened razor blade or knives to the skin start harming myself I wasn't righteous within how you supposed to feel when you ain't liked by ya kin witnessed a homicide by the the age of five flashbacks of the flash of nines made me wanna take my life became an opioid addict sis told me that she had, had it dreams were far away but bro told me that I could grab it good kid in a mad city that managed to turn me manic I didn't think before acting my actions destroyed my faction pictures are worth a thousand words no desire for captions my mind goes overboard and aims straight for your captain trapped inside a system that mentally holds you captive emotions are rarely active in know that it may seem backwards but the only time I feel is sparking up these backwoods I remember seeing my brother laying dead in the streets its so hard to get ahead in the streets visions of hearings all are preliminary make you see what I'm saying like it's Pictonary (this the life that I lead I told momma dukes for this life I would bleed told my old hoe if she don't like it then leave this life is enticing you better Bob it and weave)x2 time is running low on the blow I told bro if you trust me just go with the flow we was sitting politicing on the trip to the O. I told dawg if he talk then he meeting the shovel or 6 in the 38 timed your date with the devil fiends off the base so we staying in treble I'm high fly guy so I stay on this level sell rock like slip knot ice on the wrist watch slit wrists and nine millys to the tip top nigga this is hip hop