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They say forgive and forget but I so sick of this shit

Sick as syphilis gets the jist is simple I'm pissed

Miss riddle me this why is there slits on my wrist

Stuck in the misery pits dark as a solar eclipse

My soul solemnly sits I got blood on my fist

Catch me chugging a fifth now all my problems are fixed

Pop a perc and get lit prescriptions nursing my tick

If you hating on my shit then go burn in a pit

At least I got witt you need a helmet that's Schmidt

I spit a script Legit talent acquit won't quit the shit toilet

I emit to checks I gets complex

You can check my specs Rolex I flex finesse

The next freshman X confess my stress in every smoke sesh

I'm blessed from bone to flesh