This is just sum shit i wrote after I zoned out wit a blizz.

Tha stars look ill from here,
For many years this gat erased pains fears and tears and replaced em,
Wit wisdom and knowledge divine amongst tha nation,
Starin at da sky gettin high in da graveyard,
Talkin 2 moms talkin 2 god and other G'z,
I wonder when it's me will i go out like a soldia?
Gunz out bustin off we could both go,
Many thoughts my head in da stars blowin dolger,
On different constellations i'm takib em over,
Tha weed got me like this,
Indeed Segrams and Eezy Jesus got me like this,
And Hennesey,
When I smoke I feel free,
Or in my notebook spill ink,
Or in da stars wit still thoughts,
Break weed and split blunts,
Fill em up and roll em,
To make tha tension slower,
And calm down this ruckus,
Bent till my dayz over,
That's how i deal,
Blowin clouds of smoke on a cloud is how i feel.

Tell me what yall think. Be honest just no hate.

soz, but u can hardly talk, I know my lyrics ae shit bu honestly...................

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lickdacreamoff
_-_-*baby_gal*-_-_

Come on shorty don't hate i was only keepin it TRU
But we could let a battle tell it all if you want. get at me.

Don't get it twisted folks i'm open to all feedback and or criticism
whateva yall like.
But like I said yo don't just swing thru and hate.
FEEL ME?