Without 2 nd guessing
I'm writing my thoughts
Fed up with this shit called reality
8 shots and 4 beers in
Still can't find a smile
If I wasn't broke I'll be roaming the streets
Looking for a handgun
Video my shot like that 1 guy
But I'm more then jacking my jaw
It'll be point blank temple aiming
Making family casket shop
And pick out 3 songs
Trying to act like they ain't pissed
That they have to deal with more of my shit
Cause lord knows i never sacrificed
And what a dick I am reminding any of you of it
But I'm good being that
Always have been cause it always made beating you pussies up easy
At 40 I'm just putting myself in permanent time out
Playing my own god
Hard to be honest today
Without being an asshole
People eat ya up faster then pac man feasting on Clyde , blinky , pinky and inky
Be the same who leave they board full of dots eating power pellets first
Never even made it to get an extra man