You can hear I'm tired in my breath
Knives are being thrown and I'm fighting in this mess
Put it in your mouth a gun violence for a death
Lately shit been going south while sun rises in the west
Wise so I'm correct
Whole life I been neglected
I'm writing with my chest
Don't rhyme till it's perfected
Clean like this mop you'll get wiped out in a second
And I'm keen for the guap
Ain't no time for your suggestions
Beginning to fold, I'm just sitting alone
And I ain't eaten much you see I'm skin to the bone
Dirt on my hands, hit the sink I'm rinsing it off
Missing my love and every kiss is tingling soft
Now my texts on delivered
Moms an alcoholic and it's messing her liver
Grandma emotionally abusive man shes testing my temper
Whenever I get home its a mess that I enter
A mess I'll remember for the rest of my life
I can't rest till I'm reassured
Shit is on my back and the sickness's for me to cure
The sickness that we endure
Is wicked, I'm bleeding hurt
And I'm the only fucker that could fix it no need for nurse
But I can't do it on my own
Fuck I'm going crazy I sound stupid in my tone
And shit is going rough I need the lubricant in role
Facing bad procrastination I'm not shooting for my goals
I can't do it on my own
Fuck I'm going crazy i sound stupid in my tone
And shit is going rough I need the lubricant in role
Facing bad procrastination im not shooting for my goals
I can't do it on my own
Fuck im going crazy i sound stupid in my tone
And shit is going rough i need the lubricant in role
Facing bad procrastination im not shooting for my goals