Lately fuck it. I aint shit. Lets get blitzed. Fore the pain consumes me and the blade meets my wrist. Give the pen a flick. While i fantasize about two dimes sucking my dick. Okay R rated till i got cancer with the doc saying i aint gonna make it. The hate is too real too fake it. Fucking real. These fake fucks are just masturbating. My rents due in the game so heres the payment. I dress in all black like a raven. Cash dressed the same. In constant mourning. I feel the same, im down but. I might feel better in the morning. whats in stpre for me. ive been chasimg glory ever sice i scribbled im a note book. but you aint shit unless you have that one dope hook. i may never make it as a professional rapper. but me stopping this craft will never be a factor. got too much love. ive fucked too many beats up for me to ever ease up. i want to leave one beautiful legacy. like in reality. no one qas ahead of me. i am fucking deadly with the mic. irs helped me get through my darkest nights.