a wishful thought of no more tears quiet nights wondering why I'm here am I clear or what do I gotta say in this darkened world we battle everyday so I smoke weed and drink alizay smoke alotta weed and I drift away momma please I'm just trying to live through the struggle no one knows I bought a 40 cal. to keep myself from bullet holes now I'm smoking on the weed trying to alleviate the stress bitches come and go but im caught up in the mess momma said to never worry but it's more then that when u grown ain't nothing promised but a mournful death Imma try to keep above till I die it's either me or them and Imma try to stay alive pistol in my hand as I run from the smoke try and run from the devil and demons evoked I'm hearing voices in my head my homie is dead resurrected from past all these tears was shed but here i am and my mind state? I'd rather die a shark then to die as bait