One minute you’re cool

The next minute, you’re on fire.

How could they say to contain yourself? Then all they say is to be real until you blame yourself. I took a hit of this bud and said fuck it, I’ll make it myself.

Now I’m it home drinking top shelf

Like I fuckin got wealth

Listening to J Cole living like he got health

2Pac is gone though and he left hope

I hate the smell of your soft soap

It can’t be good just like I can’t nope

Sad but I won’t mope. Not when there’s still hope!

I hope you do choke

But that’s a frogs croak and a rhyme from a time with Joe

Who’s old school

But not a damn fool

Cause even though we failed in school

We learned a lesson in that one rule

And I never ever treated you bleeded you like I needed you I know I’m conceited fool but you never stopped to asked what I needed did you? So I kept on without what I needed and you you came bleeding from the bullet wound seamed into my brain from all this thinking and I rarely do barely do rhyme like I needed to but I needed you and you couldn’t give me that could you? So I conceded to loss and I came like a boss and it yours not my loss throughout time I prove it over and over and you bitch likea Doberman pincher white supremacist lyncher and I couldn’t go on like that without peace. And there that’s my piece. Have peace. At ease.