[V1]

Got these memories that I grab hold messages on the dash board

Songs we used to sing together weathered into sad songs

But let me fast forward cuz only half of me is half whole

Half of that is capsuled in a pastful as an asshole

Thats what i rap for to have my demons back off

Rather rap my ass off and swallow my pride with bathsalts

To compromise with jack offs who would kill to see my fail

Half of them are popping pills the other half are still in jail

Never knew how high we was until the moment that we fell

Sold your soul to the devil never put mine up for sale

This my letter hope you get it dont forget to check your mail

Still live behind these bars no posting bail can't you tell can't you live for me

Can't you try to find a way i know your caught up in the system know you seen your better days

But still believe that it will make sense

Prayin for your future till you forget just where your past went

Sad when all your happiness is past tense

Fact is all that bad shit only happened to outlast it

I hope your ears have lasted either way I hope your grasp it x2

[V2]

Angels come in nothing devils wearing prada

Man in the mirror saying im part of the problem

Tryna get to the bottom of this rollin a spliff

Thinking of sit caught in a trip never the less

Bitch im the best never no flaws or no nothing im blessed

Can't see at all through the fog

When you take into account everything thats involved

Like emotions people places lets face it its getting worse

Dire times in tired eyes and all the 9s that disperse

Mini missiles that hit you and rip through tissue

T Shirts on teens they all scream that they miss you

Expected not to outlive our parents tell me what type of shit is that

Obesity depleting beings police increase the stats

Suicide is the worst wish we could have em back

Amanda I hope you hear me you shouldn't have gone like that

Damn another cord severed another life started

Scorsese shit painting pics for my dearly departed

Got me nauseous just thinking bout it

Think im doomed drowning demons in 40 ounces

Street subppenas for 40 ounces

Counting bars like counting stars in the booth

Constellations aligning blinding the scars of the truth

Troubled youth they never knew feel like its gone be over soon

Now you know why i be spazzing and blackin out in the booth

Oh God ..they wanna know what its like to be Con

Put in a state to get down for my crime

Smoking the reefer to ease my mind

Swig some wine fuck it make it Jack

You came to play I came to spazz

Bitch im boutta kill it gonna drill it and laugh

Fuck life then im calling a cab

Ima go get it never coming in last

Still learning from my past

Still trying to outlast

The demons i see me but they never leaving me no