It's May 29, 2024, 04:44:10 AM
how can a homie write his thoughts down on paper/when the ink drys with what he feels/when he spits, it all just ideals/part of a fantasy, part of his imagination/and its twisted, when he starts to doubt his creation/just take a breath and breathe cause it might be your last/i remeber when death was never close, that was my past/now it just feels like im livin' for everyone's sins/its like die now or never, and this is where the deliberation begins..