I wish I can leave my house.
I heard they stopped Ferguson activist
You know when I heard that? While I cheered on the activist
Low life, blue dream inside a cherry blunt
The high gives me drive like a stick shift, every pick up
I’m driving through the pick up, silent like I hate the language
Black n milds still in my pocket don’t tell my mom
That there’s a lot to me then innocence without a gun
I walk on the dark side, only to cry at night
Where when I sleep I can’t run
Flat lines like the heart just died
Fuck suicide, cus she’ll be fine
In my mind,
It takes a bit, for it to get a little bit, for me to trip
That’s 2.5 for 50 I’m like why
What I do with 5 tricks?
Nigga go and do the math, all them lines add up like a motha fucking graph
Skate as if I lost both two arms
Tryna write my first and last here’s a question that I ask
Whats an iPhone with out Jobs
A world without moms
A teacher who can’t preach
What’s life with no laws.
She’s be on me forever. Now here we are conversing and now with an event on the horizon. Not too sure where this plays out on the map emotions but something sure is coming to me. For some reason Little Wing now makes a lot of sense.
I wish that she were you and everything would be just right.
long damn time for this moment. I am finally a Mac user. I was held back but I finally did it. I FUCKING MADE IT!
Im So tired.