Same O'L Grief 3

Same O'l Grief 3

Fall in the window cold reminds of the ungentle

Cars 4 deep cups 4 deep vice plentiful

I'm just another bul

Learning boundaries , violence , common sense public school

Hardened stepping over addicted souls

Burned out smoked out hood full of used hookah coals

Ash out green in funerals like a weed bowl

I lost daddy found myself without control

Nothing could console

I open my arms to change and accept the toll

The Shop

Pop raising kids without a pop

Pops raising us pitbulls and gas station stop

Pop had us the , block wanted us, it's not enough of us with a pop

Playing , obeying, and making a life working with pop

Learning ownership and the narrative of the plot

Backing into the jobsite updating and absorbing blood in the sand lot

Backing into a job money before I rot

That bus stop wiping off blood and snot

I embrace personal history as I jot

We embrace after leaving knots violence taught me a lot

I'm From

Kings killing kings outside of crown fried

12 running hunting I told everyone I was ok , I lied

How you make it niggas live it adapt then scribe

Reality realization every year another dies

I live embattled with the why's

Fasting through depression my father fasten his last tie

Bartering bereavement with backwoods and blackouts life in thin tides

Faster into frothing ether my vice in its prime

Pain treasured like something I could bribe

Fear of expression sorrow met with chides

People with nothing want something left hungering left with pride

Loves

Everything private

Your lighter in my pocket

The relations dead you live in my sonnets

Young feeble angry emotions like rockets

Everything's change aging with mature optics

Energies spurt , clutter and putter I must focus on profit

The sessions alive because of Aarons script

Young enabled for growth for both of us ripping myself from grip

I hate the world I chase and fear girls I tried I slip