i can feel my spirit being whittled down and wrung out. i just have to trust things will get better and be grateful to be alive. but i still don't know if any of this is worth it.
random essential underground banger. i'm reminded of its singular dopeness every time it comes on shuffle every once in a blue moon. I use your business cards as crutches for my ganja spliffs! open.spotify.com/track/7ljNwJ...
things i know now, i guess i felt em back then power and control reflect fear among men the shit that they condemn you can see anongst them, so i never ever ever wanna be amongst them see a landscape littered with the blisters of potential people letting ghosts govern most of they mental
back when i was 15, it seemed Ugly was untouchable what, they gonna throw me in juvie for a month or 2? try me still aint doing nothin that you want me to cuttin n disruptin every classroom discussion cussin out my mom, puffin blunts gettin dusted overwhelmed with distrust in everything that i wasnt
