minds crimes dollar signs lies ties the other side no surprise no love as it seems to die growin up i could see the time flying by from an open mind windows open and doors shut whered it go , like the floors up and these whore sluts give more fucks and i dont give one i dont need none i breathe rum i bleed scum stay free from that light i dont need sun bloody cum i cum blood thats prolly why u might see some look at what weve all become most of us have reason not me huh? im fucked up n tweeked spun u a beach bum a weak pun on the streets run i cant wait to meet my fate when it all comes down what its all gon take countless days wishin all the pain would go away once i seen that it aint i seen that they fake and it aint nothin for me to break the silence , skate the virus im the highest call me the pilot eye lids wide as midas tires weak tired burnt that bridge im on fire whats it gon take for me to build and instill the shits real bottom dollar do it still high off the meth or low off the pills oh what a feelin , still dope dealin caps get peeled in necks bitches want checks for the sex bucks for the fucks enough to suck a sink hole in a pink hole time still stuck any mindless fuck could have the luck luck with no love fucked with no glove drugs or no drugs above im so done bust slugs for my own blood cuz im a nut, from the west side the best side the rest side i suggest the next time u try n test mine you die and there wont be no next time