When i sit with this pen and this pad what do I write?
I write about some shit that comes to my mind i find light
Theres a hand around my neck and its starting to squeeze tight
I aint getting no air and I am losing my sight
Im unexplored and that shit be straight up killing me
Everyday that passes I make some enemies
I only open up to real ones knock enter please
Im in the middle right now centipede
Ive given ass and ive gotten my ass handed
So high on life but now it feels like ive landed
Blazin off and im drifting through all the clouds
I dont wanna start a family i gotta feed more mouths
Cause kids are annoying as hell they scream and scream louder
And lets not pretend they won't grow up looking like chowder
If they do then i swear theyre getting it from their pops
Talking bout pops there were a couple in the next couple blocks
The hand around my neck yeah its starting to squeeze tighter
Everytime that i rap about drugs i get whiter
I aint never giving up that easy cause im a fighter
Every other breath i take my body gets lighter
Take a deep breath waiting for the exhale
I come fast everyday like a ups mail
If I ever get in trouble ill prolly jump bail
Get a fucking boat and away ill sail i said