I bout to hit the liqour sto..
get myself a forty O... but i need a couple mo
cause i wanna get drunk.. plus get
some and a phat blunt...
i finna get fucked.. up.. put some thug shit on..
and turn the bass up...fallin to my own world...
i can;t explain why my brain is insane....
or why i dream.. about and visulize my own death...
i guess it's cause i see nothing left in my life...
only thang i can do it stay on the grind until i get my money right.. hataz can DIE! ...
skulls and ashes.. is how i see em when they walkin...
fuck em i rather see them rottin in a coffin...
These 40oz's got me buzzed... i scream fuc tha world...
at the top of my lungs.. with both middle finders up....
i guess.. it;s time to full up my cup.. with some hard liqour... cause i ain't drunk enough yet...
i wannna get so drunk that I'll pass out....
cause i don;'t really wanna see another 24...
cause im living heartless.. the days.. i be seeing..
only full of darknes...
so i dress in all blacc to symbolize what i be feelin deep inside.... but shit they should lock me up..
cause my mental is going crazy now..
I should just go to sleep and never wake up...
cause it;s hell when u walk around dead...
I guess i should've listen'd to what my homie said...
but now im trapped in my world of 40oz's..
vicodin pills.. and demons...
trying to escape reality.. and feel high...
cause inside i feel dead...
so when i get drunk.. i can feel alive for a while..
but the liqour ain't lastin.. i wish it was....
but now i wanna get fucced up again....
damm just some off tha dome type shit... late nite..writing
