I got friend’s with depression find it hard to come to terms with the situation friend’s who wake up enacting pure meditation friend’s who wake and bake to the purest medication friend’s who scull bottles of wine in no time at all belittled by the throttle of 9am wake up calls friend’s who refuse to wear make up at all because to love someone else you gotta love your all friend’s who sell bags, cut tags, and have shot scag friend’s who keep their dollars in bitcoins and gold ‘cause you don’t want to loan from military mut’s mags and Abott might mean father but his soul is sold friend’s who sit on the edge of cliff’s smoking spliffs I’m whispering at ‘em “ay y'all don’t trip” friend’s who were raised on a bucket bongs rips I suck with all of them 'cause I suck at all of this I suck at sharing the kiss of life with grim ‘cause whenever I look up the lights are dim so I look down, hide my crown beneath my hood looking for the fruit of a whim just to feel good I suck at riding trams with people feeling so damned ‘cause we’re trapped water droplets for someone to scam someone to drink, someone to play with broken ethics I suck at being outspoken soaked in rhetorics I suck being between these bricks