17 with dreams
of females, percocets, and codeine
front covers of magazines
but hey, those just dreams
so i leave the crib
threads looking mean
a dub, pack of reds, and 2 40’s
i’m set for the evening
city dweller chillin with rats and criminals
listen close my message is subliminal
random acts of violence and kindness is my specialty
nobody nice as me
but cross the line and yo, i’ll show a dumb muthafucka my mind
cuz i ain’t got no time for fake lines and fine dimes with cold hearts, they unkind
so i spend time thinking of drop tops, sacks of weed at dropspots
rhymes so illegal they make every block hot
but i’d be surprised if they see me with all the cream
riding round in an all white limousine
seeing my face on the tv screen
sipping rose and giving jawns no play
colder than the winter be
get under your skin like some splinters, see
started growing whiskers cuz i got all the cheese
got a tail but thats just the feds recording my every sneeze
please i just wanna live like that
instead of being heartbroken
failing outta every class
fucked up on pills every night like a dumbass
4 tranquilizers to help me sleep
but these thoughts keep racing round
me and unconsciousness not gonna meet
late hours of the night
steady wall staring
sunglasses on to stop these streetlights from glaring
no eyes half the time
can’t fucking show emotion
i hate and love attention
stockholm syndrome with commotion
thoughts of the future got me in slow motion
cuz listen
i’ma be that boul with potential wasted
never find a goal
no set placement
tryna live in the moment
but i’m too scared to live life the way i want it
failure is a badge for me
hell yeah i flaunt it
sell drugs to get a little change
so i can relive last night again
maybe i’m lame but my heart ain’t tame
panther blood running through these veins
walk with a limp like i need a cane
but its just heavy weight on my shoulders
making me feel too much older
keeping me from breaking out and being bolder
but hey…fuck it
