Yo ... As I sit back relax and close my eyes
Zonin' of the smoke a strawberries I realize
That what really gives me the will to survive
Is the people who to this day still do arrive
To be their in the deepest a any a ya times
Whether it's for dimes or the any otha crimes
It doesn't really matter as long as they're their
Everyone need proper care cauze yes we're
All human imagine always bein' in hospitals
Visitin' family lookin' ... seein' grin obstacles
That would later shape ya life the lonely wife
By right I would die by her with my only life
And she's married to GOD yes ma ma dukes
Is one never disowned her son she troops
After all she been threw her other son too
Almost dealt what she did one times two
More when I was going on visits much more
I Saw things with young eyes in such gore
People with sliced arms and scars engraved
Sliced from devil worship my hearts depraved
I never knew life like this man I just hate it all
Sometimes I need a L to cuss n escape it all
Discuss with trust and let it fall from my head
So I don't end up dead for something I said
While buggen out drunk in visionin' flashbacks
Lettin' em clash with anything my fist reacts
Next to a mail box a wall a face a car or a floor
Damn I know that these memories are for sure
The shrooms might have intensified them all
So now I think I'm crazy with no time to stall
I look up to the sky askin' for what reason
But all I sees smoke that got my eyes blood bleedon

So my niggas don't glance
just Read up analyze my stance
And read it right away and feedback ... feedback ... feedback

edited for your own good , thank me

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