old thoughts

[cracka]

Sometimes i wish i could go back n start fresh

but with my luck i would still come back a mess

with no sense to groom n no cents to dress

seems like im the one god forgot to bless

no. . i aint bitchin i just need the off my chest

to weak to bear the crest no chance among the rest

i cant see the finish line or i got holes in vest

my spice missin vest no direction which is west

ugly like a wicked witch unexpressive little bitch

bottled anger up inside of me so i flip like a switch

fast n quick swift just to blow or lite a candle stick

thats my deal i express it loud mouth with a record

so below ordinary i couldnt even finish in second

please take a second attention to the second line

come back a mess bet id do that shit a second time

life is so hard that i think i need a second mind

or a flawless first one cause im lost inside of mine

its like a mine without a exit check it but there is no exit

get so lost fuck it just grab a blunt n start to flex it.

This is yo brain on drugs.