#S2ITAM #NobodisBusiness its like 2 in the morning and my brains still on one. spitting all these lyrics like their tasting awful. itching for a blunt but no weed to conjure. so instead I'm banging out to this beat like nonstop. bullying myself cause I hate my construct. contemplate my life way to much to prosper. pushing things aside that's to good to pass up. cant even tell you why I let these chances past me. relationship status is I'm aching off past love. occupational is that I'm stuck in a vast rut. goals and aspirations are more empty than my funds, which are broker than my smile if I ever did have one. over damn dramatic , at least that's how I'm tagged. cause even those who over think got no clue how to react. when I bust open my cap and start picking over my scabs. not sorry that my mind obsesses over every fact. to points I cant function and confuse those surrounding my mass. until their frusturated , am sorry for pushing yall back. but ain't apologizing for not being able to act like I'm fucking fine when I'm not cause y'alld rather just hear a laugh. specially with all the junk I lend ears to wishing I hadnt. I'm sick of being condescended by narcissistic bastards thinking that they understand me just cause they once had a bad day. acting so high and mighty cause peoples kissing their asscheeks. I make my life hard enough without some bitch tryna come at me. but if you wanna. afine. I'm itching for a reason to slaughter. I'm just so fed with this life and the way us humans are brought up. so give me the ganja, otherwise it's your blood in the water. I'm reading writing on the walls screaming it's time