Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea
You see now that nigga lonely
Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea
Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
Basketball is my favorite sport
Those are your wounds this is the salt
For every black thought, i thought i caught roots
Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds
No kenny smith, no i'mma jet off
Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,
Throw some salt and alcohol on that wound to make it safer
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
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