Dimethyltryptamine (DMT).

No titles, no idols, no pride, no time to try to prove to you why, we just do us... and we hope that you do you—that's how we were brought up to do.
~ Tuesday, October 4 ~
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love is conditional,
i never knew that mary’d put a hole in my fishing boat
i got to tripping more
she went to bitching more
the court of universal law said it wasnt permissable
she went to forte, i stayed pianissimo
then i went to forte, and she went to physical
should i go should i stay and withstand the additional attacks on the mental and the physical
its gon get dangerous
why waste time in these child-like exchanges
why waste mind with these child-like games
its make up to break up,
crying all the time baby messing up your makeup
try and scratch my face up
she said i need communication jay but you dont say much
i know it aint okay but
i from where niggas keep they mouth closed and the gate shut
it seem like only yesterday that i was just a kid in christian dior velour
ballies and a shape-up,
spinning on cardboard and trying to rip a break up
life comes at you fast, i went from sleepin in class to sleeping in the streets forgetting where i wake up
when i was hit with trial, i went in to survival mode
and did a lot of shit a nigga wasnt proud of, so
when i be sittin on the couch with a blankhead
i be at the homeless shelter jefferson and bankhead
a jack sippin dankhead
making sure niggas dont steal my clothes
trying to make a path so i fufill my goals
trying to take a bath so i can heal my soul
a little bit of laughter to conceal my woes
who gon save me?