This thing is gonna kill me. I need to try and get something for the pain. 123 pounds and its all just repeating. Im trying to grasp the song played on your piano. It Kills me to see you, you werent always attractive. But after over a year im done trying to stop you. No ones gonna fix this no one can. No one will listen, Two ways to tell a story but adds up to one single word. Two different voices coming out of your mouthe. I had a dream Or it was more like a nightmare. 123 pounds and its all just repeating.

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

I'd like to think life ends up with the choices you made along the way. Just like The choice to let someone else help you for a change. In the end you just have to trust your zen. And just be done with that.

I cant believe i dropped the ball at a time like this. My teams losing and Im running and running but they keep catching up. I lost and i dont know i really dont know if i can make a comeback. Once again im in a rut, and theyres no stopping the judgement from the audience. No stopping them from eating me alive.

If someone tells me they miss me one more time i will birth a cow...shutup and hit me up then!

"Im gonna do what I want, cause I do what i want everyday. Why in the hell should I stop drinkin whatevers in my cup? People need to mind they're own business. I dont care if its heroin in my cup...bitch its MY cup"

What is there anymore? To be or not to be. Im on the road to recovery.