Dear Boy

I’m tatted like a cholo, say “was up foo”

Fuck them other shawties, I just want you

I don’t even smoke, got me puffing on gorilla glue

Somewhere up in space, drinking on some grey goose

I think I might need my knife today

Cops suspecting foul play

The hole in my soul don’t go away

Maybe I should start to pray

That I’ll have better days

The thoughts will go away

I won’t be led astray

You can come through

Shooters on my roof

I think she wanna reproduce

I don’t ever loose

She can always ride in my crazy fucked up world

Thinking imma die for this mother fucking girl

I can never lie swear to keep my word

You know these streets survive on a tactical hurt

I can feel the rain when it hits my heart

Get to know her pain, it’s a work of art

And I’ll tattoo her name on my fucking scars

Take it to my grave break the world apart.