Depressed but blessd.
maybe the reason i smoke weed is because im depressed i feel like ive wasted chances and made a mess . life is not for ever man we are just a guest . i really try to help but sometimes im a pest . when im high i feel like i got an “S” on my chest plus wearin a bullet proof vest . Vancleave homie thats where i nest . Im on a hunt to get the rest an not just any i want the best . i want my polo fitted and nicely pressed . I wanna meet a girl an some day be her treasure chest . I got Diabetes but damn man im still blessed . my friends hold me up i aint gon lie wit out them niggas i woulda prob done died . theres alot of reasons but they a main one why i came back to the otha side . The one where im normal , i feel good inside. i want one of erry thing an i want it all to bling bling . i wanna be known for somethin say im the king. im not gon lie sometimes i don even wanna rap people say cmon man i wanna laugh. you aint gon laugh my rhymes so sharp they’ll cut you in half im high like a giraffe . Money is somethin we all need lets face it a dollar has made people bleed and die yes indeed. Im super complex like a casino playin wit 9 decks . yea buddy i gotta keep ya in check . you look a wreck me i look like david beck- ham (hard as a motherfucker) yea thats what i am and ill be damned if you gonna hurt me ill come out of no where . blam. sham ill wipe ya clean ya know what i mean .
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