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With the Cheshire Grin

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July 2018

Dyin’ Story (or whatever)

Everything is wild when I’m thinkin, “That’s liable”

Thoughts bouncing off the walls like a sugar-induced child

And I find that shit foul, cuz I need pills or liquor to bring the mental speed down

Spittin this muddy sound, you know I got that allowance

You niggas worshipin crowns

But, fuck em, they watch us drown

Livin wit these stitches, these bitches, they never listen

Livin in they blissin, yeah, nigga, I’m dissin

Worldwide, fuck a side

Dyin’ Story (or whatever)

Everything is wild when I’m thinkin, “That’s liable”

Thoughts bouncing off the walls like a sugar-induced child

And I find that shit foul, cuz I need pills or liquor to bring the mental speed down

Spittin this muddy sound, you know I got that allowance

You niggas worshipin crowns

But, fuck em, they watch us drown

Livin wit these stitches, these bitches, they never listen

Livin in they blissin, yeah, nigga, I’m dissin

Worldwide, fuck a side

-3

Sippin on electrical, I think I’ll call it “STATIC”

Drinkin, depressed, and drivin, I’m thinkin I might just crash it

Shit may sound so drastic, but I spit in linguistic haz’id

This mental status meltin plastic, I guess I could say I had it

Poetic Polaroids, yes, I’m droolin like the baddest

Biggie wit the Eminem and Rick with that inspiration

The scars, I’m stitchin in

I’m learning, dealing, and listening

I’m teethin, bleedin, and speakin in wins

-essed, i…guess?

depressed

a yes, a yes, a yes, a yes

“common sense” of self a mess?

I GUESS, I GUESS, I GUESS, i guess

feeling weak within the stress

i wanna die, i wan’ digress

FUCK THIS LIFE!, THIS LIFE IS STRESS!

“kill him, kill him, kill him”

i speak this peerin in the mirror

fuck this praise of “strength”, this shit is killer

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