POPS BELT

These muthafuckas been spoon fed right off the top shelf I think the problem is they never got smack with they're pops belt N0thing they spit is heart felt Chasin bags like the cartel sipping cock tails Ah hell oh well My soul is not for sale Imma crazy ill scrap and have ya back guarantee that I won't bail I'll emerge from the fog in the woods like an Irish folk tale Cuz I'm horny like a leshen Force to be reckoned More than a legend Explosive like 24 nuclear weapons That escape from reality Is gonna cost your sanity Bridges will get burnt I've let down my family I was holding the gasoline They just tried to challenge me To love myself and live happily Cherish the little things And not obsess over a bag of weed Or a bottle of whiskey it's a tragedy It took me almost 15 years To finally try and be A person that is free Not a prisoner to the vices that have shackled me I've got alot of work to do Before I become a masterpiece With not alot of time left since I'm smoking 7 packs a week I dont blame the substances I blame my mental faculties But I can see that the grass is green Where you water it I'll try not to quit Unlike when I was a teenager carving on my desk I'm doing my best Sorry I just had to get this shit off of my chest