Yeah
Okay, uhhh
Put a human to the pen
Make them write all their feelings and their sins
Cut em up and make amends
Because the dope void and the pressures cavin in
You're trapped now
You got voices screamin in ya head and all you wanna do is
Blow ya brains out
But you don't because you think there's another way out
You're puzzled by the way this world is laid out
Your uncle got blasted for a bitch
And you ask yourself is this the way you wanna go out
Now find your way out
You fucking street junkie
You posted on the street and doin drugs until your fucking arm pumpin
You say it's not enough because your heart is still fucking hurtin
And you certain
That this is the fucking way you want your head to be workin
You nervous
About my penmanship I write in cursive inside the death note
So I can have a mass of corpses
Lined up
Thinking when they find me dead they'll shut the fuck up
Thinkin' that my aura's dead, it'll never die bruh
Thinkin' about these kids and makin' me stay alive, bruh
Helping them until my time's up, I'm out of time huh
Clocks tickin down, now detonate and blow like a bomb bruh,
Osama
Try to sign me to Al-Qaeda
Fuck that, I was a rugrat waking up to the rugrats
Remember that
Way back when I had killed a stray cat
Fuck it, I'm tired of explaining life into this boombap