erase my memory
• Written by smutsthedirt
Please god erase theese memories of my past
Need too solve this case of regret but i cant
Be too harsh on me and i drop faith from my hands
Not want me to wonder my mind without a plan
Drugs violence crime was all part of my reality
Thug client of mine together we can study
The life and mistakes I have done real tragedy
At night something makes me find my vanity
The escape i find is in drugs and the hustle
It will shape my mind big bucks respect from muscle
Always strapped always prepared never afraid
Always crashed always repaired never straight
Grew up around problems , it made me who i am
Crew underground shot once hurt but i still stand
Sad but true its more then i can say about dad
Travel through black and blue want to turn time back
When my worries was the school bag , would jump on right track
And move back from things that put a target on my back
Perhaps even longer , before my first fight happened
I dont sleep i collapse , creating disorder aint a talent
All the money earned cant fill the hole inside
All company cursed ,they left me in clear sight
So i could watch my own demise as i fell down
The anger still lies deep inside preparing meltdown
Coke in my nose , blood on my hands and some freinds dead
Dope denied those feelings when time stands still again
Try to leave my house but the cops got me pinned down
Keep my mouth shut since word travels fast in this town
Respect by fear from the heaviest dudes around
Might clear the air and make them scared troops around
Them flee like a couple bitches from a bum
Thats just my twisted way of havin fun
Manage to make grown men cry and beg for their life
Ask if they know where my money is infront of their wife
I didnt even care since i was walking on clouds
Treating their pride as nothing the thing left are doubts
Still thinking about what i did to so many people
My feelings been singled out im trying to be peaceful
But will probably be aggressive until im dead
Wile battling depression inside my head
Erase my memory so i can be sober for a minute
Atleast longer then predicted ,know my personality is twisted
Im just trying , im not gifted , im just dying far from cryptic
Help me out before i end up six feet under, i wonder i wonder
Can i be treated with amnesia ? please
Doctor do what you can , i risk it with ease
I dont mind if i die aslong as i can stay sober
So tired of getting high and getting a day older
Is it to late to die young? Wish it ended before it even begun
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smutsthedirt
Member since October 25 2015