I flick the Bic,
take a hit,
inhale,
hold that ****.
exhale!
Now I'm lit.
Gone with the smoke and I love this ****.
im just shearin my feel
the real.
im the perpetrator/victim so i guess this is the ****.

Its ****** that he wrote.
And I quote,
"******'s what I wrote".
take note;
cause
it's becoming real hard for me to cope.
How am I supposed to be optimistic when
I've lost all hope.
Im rippin sippin and
Thinkin wrong.
In this world im alone and its starting to sound like the same sad song.

The downside of it all is ive become so skeptical of everything i even  hate to ******  sleep cause of what i may see when i dream
But **** it three tears in a bucket.
The world that im familiar with hates and its made me do the same.
Aint no remorse and or empathy
Just the wrong and bad oh and i cant forget the shame.

Now im lookin over my sholder
waiting
im hatin debatin
And talkin out loud but no one hears what im sayin
Cause I'm the type of dude who speaks my mind
Im beyond mad but keepin kool calm and collected
**** wasn't always simple circumstances lead to here and there
And every situation i reacked it
Now im in a hectic type way
I can't say who it is or when their make the move
but my last breath they will steal.
I done some wrong's;
to he\she and even to me myself and I.
But that wasn't the deal
***** deeds done like nothing I didn't even have to try and hide.
I'd Ride against the other side.
Found what I wanted, lost what I needed.
How long can I go on if my wounded heart bled all the love that it had
inside and no longer has life to bleed.
forsaken by my seed's, family, and
Soul so full of envy hate and greed
I agreed
Went on to sign the deed

I hope this all made sense to yall who were here to hear my story
And so with that here i
Toast to my ghost.