Its the boy that came for shit and had shit for his future

But realized you can grow a garden out manure

You got it out the mud shit I built it from the sewer

Witness the rise of loser

Baby

**** shifty like lunar

phases

Thank god i aint grow up in them cages

 crazy cause my heart still full of rage

I go through the motions like actors in a play half ass participate

I been friends with death since an early age voices in my head tryna help me into an early grave

Tried to resist but it’s starting to make sense in a fucked up kinda way

Playin chicken with fate

Like who gon flinch first

World is aflame but im ok

It could get a bit worse

Who gon blink first

It could get a bit worse

Me or you him or her

It could get a bit worse

m a run a bag up til my last breathe. But rn im payin rent witha cashiers check and i aint late on shit, know ima be great but i gotta wait on it ig ill just wait patient dog , still workin my ass off tell me whats vacation ma

s that where daddy went

Still dealing wit issues of abandonment

Fuck it pour another cup

Roll another blunt

Fuck another slut

These are our sacraments

Shed blood, sweat and tears wasnt no coagulant

Let **** tell me i was inadequate at everything i was passionate

About, almost let em kill my dream but wasn’t having it

Cause im the shit you **** flatulence success comes from habits

You wanna live lavish im afraid to die average

Ima run a bag up til they load me in my casket

So what i flipped a couple patties

Its the return of the hash slinging slasher

Aka the backroads bastard

Maybe i am trippin for wishing and wanting things to be different

 like maybe if i did listen

 to my own advice id be doing better in life?

 Always learned in the wrong but i feel better when im right,

**** see you different when they aint peep the vision ig they couldnt keep the goal in sight

Hard problems to solve so they carry one like long division **** dont know shit bout pi

but can eyeball a 3.5 this **** just might be a genius in disguise