grace

mess in a minute life at its limits death not soon enough reaper is just rude but life is what you make it i hear death i feel i could just disappear and.. i fight that reaper knockin worst of the options breathe fadin like an amber of a spent candle i cannot handle it should be stackin grip heata on hip reality getting rocky smoke like a 2 cycle Kawasaki do i have will why do i kill on the mic shit is tight use words not weapons only im not alone got a girl at home she ride or die so we down for life if thats what this is i dont know what this is toxic like rust must clean the wound see her thru pure as energy so kinetyc i better be nice to lady never dull or shady and words hurt make em feel like dirt give her the shirt off my back if you touch her its click clack so you never came back bro measured in feet 6 will suffice whether up or down sun or clouds i know that i might fuck it up toxic i am rust its a must that we stay shes my tetanus fighter feels so right inside her said it b4 never like this one mayne i want her to have my kid someday now is crazy cant support a baby shes the definition of grace to me D2e