I need u to critize for fuel

[JMG]

my rough pass made me a loser
i hope i have enough gas to make the future
cuz im feelin empty i think im breakin down
tryin to keep my head but im still facin the ground
and when i do look up i cant stay focused
nothin to look foward to every day is hopeless
one day i wish and i pray ill get to taste the bred
but everyone wants a say and they want to make my bed
nah i aint gonna lay in it im makin my own plan
they think im crazy and thoughtless but i got cold hands
and this house is broke down i gotta leave the nest
i go out and smoke down to relize the stress
this world is hateful and cold as winner skys
i wanna taste glory and see life though a winners eyes
and i found fuel from u when u critaize
so ill smoke a joint to u when i cross the finish line

[Hadez]

its good, i like it. props.