Ms.

/She caused his heart to spark like the start of a wildfire./

/Slowly watched it burn and then she turn to anoher guy while,/

/The kid tried to collect his thoughts and connect the dots/

/He just couldn't shake it off, he had the dame.. Had.. But lost/

 

/That's that, now he sits back with a ballpoint, pad and blank cap,/

Cause last chick he ran through had brains and the game hacked,/

so much so in fact, that he never came back./

 

/but he stayed chilled, and somehow finds the will to carry on,/

/even after that girl had got him killed, and un-peel'd his head for very long. /

 

/this godforsaken place where cowards are made to wait,/

/is nothing but a pigs pen, plotting on escape, /

/or waiting to get slaughter'd up and served to the state. /

 

/matter of fact, i'mma get started up to swerve out my lane, /

/cause lately my brain can't handle the trauma or pain, /

/and my mom's been saying that I ain't been the same. /