by felonysoulja » Dec 14th, '06, 01:02
ima lost soul
an gods forgotten i exist
if i had the guts to do it man
id slit my fuckin wrists
i stay pissed
coz my hearts filled wid bitterness
i wonder if i die tommorow man
will i be missed
i clench my fist
an let my pain
bleed through my rhymes
let the ink spill from the pen
an write my rhymes
an sometimes my soul seems to jump from my chest
from the stress
wonderin will they clean up the mess
an it seems
the weed
seems to be
the only fuckin thing
that can make me me
lord please help me breathe
as i proceed to suceed
in this world of greed