Facts

Buck 50s and bullet wounds

I be sitting in my trap house trying to hustle you for your fucking food it's almost the end of June and I'm hungry dude, I'm waiting for welfare to come in so I can make a few and put it on the re up soon, by the first I'll rich as fuck as long as I can make it through this been up for a week I have not eaten so I'm feeling kinda rude, been walking so much u can see my feet popping out my shoes and the blood is seeping through, now it's the 3rd and I'm feeling shrewd the fiends have all gone back in hiding and think I'll have to do something soon to keep the funds coming through, cuz crime was all that I knew they keep saying I have to kick this habit dude it's bad for u but I Think it all comes with the additude, I think I've had enough but I might come back at noon since making money is addictive and my funds are gonna run out soon, alot of you probably even hate my tunes but that's ok just don't bother me unless u gonna tell me something new because even haters give me fuel to keep writing, that's why I'm making fumes wen my pencil touches paper it makes friction like emotions fused in to something true unveiling Scriptures due to the chosen few, we all need guidance when u can't see the path that's infront of u all these Phantom pains and battle scars have been fucking with my mood, and the feds should be coming soon for what I did last summer in the middle of a feud, so iv been smoking and drinking in my living room and I may have popped a pill or two as I listen for the sirens that will signal wen I'm doomed, I've been contemplating life as I write these thoughts at night experimentations with no oversight i keep tweaking with my sight third eye on my forehead gotta tune it right, visions of the future and the past they get entertwind kinda just like destinies that bind like ur friend is on that grind and gets stabbed up with a knife so u wake up from ur slumber and ur frightened for his life so u reach out to his wife and she says that hes been out all night now ur calling up the hospitals to see if he's alright these those feelings that u hide wen u tryna mask ur light so ur not a target right? Like it's kinda frightening, I feel like Ike after he slapped up his wife so I'm hiding up in the woods with nothing but a pistol and my Rambo knife while I'm running from the bullets spewed from the militarys fully automatic tools, Buck 50s and bullet wounds that is what they'll do to u if u don't follow suit you also will struggle too, probably one of the chosen few that's why they like just sit there and eat ur emotion stew it is good for u, fuck u to! I'm not stupid enough to buy in to that trash ur selling man, and you don't fool me with ur fancy suit or ur lab coat dude I ain't taking the pills u want me to because they only blurr my view and distract me from the truth, I used to shoot up in my veins to not hear the things I'm saying I was absent of all feeling was just hoping to die freely but it wasn't my time yet I guess the heavens had laid bets on whether I would make it through my tests or just give up like the rest, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought it once or twice I was up like every night just trying to survive while most around me thrive I am living on thin ice, tryna find a foothold to some solid ground but everywhere I look around the water starts to swallow now so I bow my head and speak the sounds as the sun shines on a single spot, right inside the battleground people screaming and there's bullets flying round but I trust my father so I grab my Bible now, as I head in to the fray I ask the Lord to protect me from all things that come at me, and guide me with his light like a lantern in the dead of night and let me ask u without would u not be frightened as all the demons they entighten you better hope that ur enlightened like following symbolic patterns till we meet up at the Avenue if u follow the signs u may find it soon, this be a shout out to all these kids who think there goons I'll line up against the wall and then my trigger finger starts to itch so I gotta pull the trigger quick cuz my piece is like a side bitch,I don't bust it out unless I plan to use her, like look it's a bird,it's a plane, yes that's exactly what I'm saying Superman's not anywhere in sight cuz I got Clark Kent hooked on my kryptonite he shoots it in his veins just to fucking pass the time, u know in Superman is dead it wasn't rlly so he was hidden in my basement as he snorted up my coke that's where he started smoking crystal now wen he falls asleep his grip white knuckled on his pistol,