On second thought, I dunno brehs. I don't think he can replicate the pain of this album, and I wouldn't at all be mad at him if he couldn't because this is one depressing ass project.
Hurt hoped the drugs would make the pain go away
But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray
So step inside the mind that revolves around the rhyme
And every time he close his eyes, visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blonde, blue-eyed 20-something
Don't know her name but the paramedics chest-pumping
"30 something black male, OD'ed off of pills
That he wasn't prescribed, but they took his life"
Left behind a daughter that don't really even know him
'Cause her mama thought he wouldn't make a living off of poems"
And now a nikka 30, so I don't think they heard me
That the last ten years, I been so fukking stressed
Tears in my eyes, let me get this off my chest
The thoughts of no success got a nikka chasing death
Doing all these drugs, hope for OD'ing next, Triple X







