Life is suffering. Mentality is real just trying too take grip. Just trying too forget looking down and still see the scars. A bright hole of hell beneath my cell. Life is understanding not not when we get caught in a knot and my soul wobbles I fall and I break millions scattered peices. Trying too put them back but it's too late the damage has ben taken. I know my heart ben waking but these people are the problem humanity going too shit . In this life all I'm trying too click in process the grip speak my mind all I get is Lip. Looking at my face for a reaction for a trip. I just want too take this gun and shoot from the hip. Accurate shot. I'll make your mind rock feeling low like a crow. Taking shots and smoking lots of weed too decend the negativity thoughts but I continue too rott. Trying too cry it off no tears. Got no more fears. I dont give a fuck hit me with the chair put me out of my misery.