some days I feel like I just don't fit, I'm at my whits end wit this shit, I don't talk much but love to throw fist in tha kitchen wit tha hurricane wrist, im bosed out so i aid & assist put niggas heads on the check list... dam them are dayz that really made sense.... Some days I just look at my reflection it looks back at me confused guessing, didn't know my down fall someone's blessing, my souls in a cast, hearts in sling I bring myself pain when i have nothing to gain like when I'm stuck in that cycle been doing the same things, but expecting shit to change guess I'm the definition of insane I'm insane, I'd never change my journey through tha rain, Not even all my hurt and pain,Especially tha dayz,when I was in a daze, at a early age, wit these blew out veins, So depressed i didn't wanna live another day, tired of living in a world that's full of fakes, im bout to collapse cause of all tha weight, that bears down me, that's a lot of burdens I carry from tha tats on my face to being a fien, I was on tha corner selling coke at thirteen, I loved tha drug scene untill my dog got killed over 2 oz's shout out t-loc... REST IN PEACE we all have a choice I choose to get clean