mistreatment

scars

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

yeah uh

I've been having these thoughts

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Imma need two mics just to get my point across

now it's time to get my point across

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

talking bout they suicidal thoughts

i'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,

maybe I'm lost no need for bad thoughts

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

And I can't breathe when I'm high cause the airs too thin

They all see my life from a childish position

You just working with the scraps you was given

Runnin from the life we've been given

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Because he made his decision

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Even when I'm sleep, I got vision

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Hard to move on when you always regret one

prolific, picking victims one by one

Cause all it takes is one decision, one action, one vision,

I wonder why we take from our women

due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

Looking at these women

But I'm sorry for the damage I have done

fuck you and this im done