Jun 2018
The sour grapes of death
Are brewed to make this wine
That God force feeds us
The taste is bitter
The color is dark
And the smell is rank
We may not be thirsty
Yet he will pour
Filling us with despair
We will suffer
Drown in our agony
Be consumed by our torment
But come one day
We will see
It was all for the better
Are brewed to make this wine
That God force feeds us
The taste is bitter
The color is dark
And the smell is rank
We may not be thirsty
Yet he will pour
Filling us with despair
We will suffer
Drown in our agony
Be consumed by our torment
But come one day
We will see
It was all for the better
xxxtentacion was my idol. He taught me to express myself in a raw way I thought I never could. Today he was killed and I mourn for him. This is a tribute to X
