People are dying to know.
The reality of my thoughts.
Yet these are things I refuse to show.
I fired the last chick and f the next chick.
None of tha matters cause i got dreams i wanna get.
But the loss of other peopole are just things that I don’t get.
Why does God take the angels and leave the evil for us to deal with?
this ish I don’t deserve.
I’m searching for something I know I deserve
I’m scared of the drugs.
I’m scared of the death of myself.
I’m lost in myself.
Shit, I just don’t love myself.