Yeah..lemme try to get this right wrote this a couple times first time was too real. Lost soul walking this world looking for substance to survive. What is my purpose why I light this blunt when the rain fall. Blade stop hurting my skin gotta look for sum new. Pain brings me down to earth my mind wanders in hell if I told them bout it they'd look at me crazy. Suicidal hotline got my name on caller ID who'd ever though the best writer wasn't even a rapper? On Mickey if not for Kayden I wouldn't be here writing this. Pop so many pills you'd think I was a test subject pause cause I'm talking about too much dark shit if my friends read this they'd look at me different, if Betty read this she'd send me to the crazy house again them straightjackets don't fit like they use to. Shit I'm holding the blunt too long but the release when I hit takes my fears away. My thoughts underground in the vault cause society can't handle them / now stop
