Boostin' and we're mobile
But we still don't see no bars
Laugh it off in the back of the car
Smoking cigars
Whole lotta trouble lately that's been creepin in my mind
Cash low ******* status when I get into a bind
Settle balances breaking tablets in half just to unwind
Knock over knock-offs inching my self from suicide
I told myself that I'd do this suppose it's do or die
Cause I'm cracking under pressure influenced youth who will ride
Down to make this money they don't want me to make
I'm prone to make mistakes taking steps that I hate
Toward the door with more in store than what they see on my plate
But how do they expect me to eat?
No one's feeding me grapes
Palm fronds fannin' my face
Can't relate
To the ******* they paint
Fade to gray










This has been a public broadcast

Hot tears that fall,
filled with pain and hatred
My throat is tight like a noose,
Begging for my soul to be let loose
Of the Pain,
The fear
What am I doing here?
I should be embraced in your arms
So warm
So tight,
But right now, I doubt I will make it home tonight
The death-wrapped blade pierces my heart
Splattering the sidewalk with my ****** red art.
The shadow cracked a crooked smiled and reach into my pocket
Shuffling and searching, before putting its hand on my wallet.
With that, the shadow leaves, disappears into the dark night
Taking with him, my wallet... But also my life
I flutter my eyes as my heart pounds in my head
Slower
Slower
Slower
*Slow-

the bike wasn't
there it was
stolen last night

a caldera
then collapse

there was
no bike there
was no any
thing

Being antisocial isn't a bad thing.
It means you don't let idiots steal your time.