Reasons

Reasons

 

Again and again i'm trying to figure out what i'm missing. I think i'm blessed

but spin check i'm just reminiscing try again and i'm fly again reload this ink

shot's are coming from this pen. Thoughts penned up smoking up the green

room whack in the brain, Shit better give me breathing room gonna swing,

swing don't tarry or i'll marry you with death meet the bride and this bitch of

a groom. you think your G but your just a cock preening your plume. Walking

the uncharted roads take the right turn cause the one left means doom. I try

to shape my future but it seems to need more to fix it than just a thread and

a suture but sometimes it doesn't matter just do what suits ya before ya catch

a body or someone shoots ya. Cause the fruits of a hustler are a quick mind and

a tounge sharp enough to cut ya but fuck life and fuck ya i'm out motherfucka

but wait pull out a pipe and a butterfly knife and psych i'm back again wearing

and blaring it right you under attack again pigs shoulda picked me up when i had

my gatin my backband look innocent but i'm a straight up Kurogasa make you lack

a hand for the time you stole racking up the minutes like i racked up the bodies fam

rack back the slide and "Pop Pop!" motherfuckin bury them girl i know i'm scary but

damn you a gem i know i lost ya that's why i am tearing at the hem blaring the

music and working my mind like a gym first memory then i select my energy

try to set it up without the drugs or henny dropping more then a penny trying

to dig myself out with no help no friendlies killing and dealing you know the feeling

just trying to feel the ceiling