Butterflies are pretty with a dangerous Effect
Here I go with a fire started with poetic kindling. When you feel wrong from the days sinning. For a day when it's about to rain, there's nothing left in your life game, well here is a story maybe it will make yours not look so and sad. So let's play, roll the dice it's your turn. Ignite it and watch this one burn.
sitting in my room by myself looking blank, blank as this paper is that Provides no help.
Don't know what the hell to put in to it, which I don't know why it's got to be so hard for me to collaborate and see These feelings I have are eating me.
I don't know what to do? I just want to break it off! and not put effort in it. No I don't shut the fuck up and get this demon out, I'll show you the way and give an App.
Your lost? Stop using me like a Google map step please.
Maybe I'm just dreaming but who knows If I go?
I'm better off without a bitch, and I could if I had a peaceful night you see? I need a dream machine for beats to sync. Jean pockets have holes in um, I'm losing it, broke as , that's okay I defeated this bitch i spit better when there is no beat, glad trash bag I will rap it any f*cking way throw it away for nobody f*ck what you say.
Turn the key, mash the gas, and get the f*ck out the way not looking back, kiss my ass, no stopping my flows. Goddamns will part at the start of this art.
Bring my rhymes along with Mr. Louie Pine, right up to the theft king's gate and Merc' his ass. Serve it like it's my business, can't steal from me! I've got surveillance watching my life like it's MTV, All sorts of witnessed.
It's real, if you don't think so ask David Gale.
Freestyle popped off! oh someone dropped, flopped, heart stopped, on my shoes, here come the cops, now I'm booking it got the Bulls favored by 11, pull out the 357.. snub nose death like he knows-bust back shots, tossed the Macs, High off Rocks, Cops rack back M-4's.
Started spraying, my sons playing with toys in the front yard a stray ricochet, now he's dead in the front lawn . Your fault, cuffed up, stuffed up and thrown in the car.
Last sight before 25 to life? Coroner at your place loading your son up. Even more fucked up. Rain washing the stains off the sidewalk. Along with your son's brains Zip locked. You took his little life away.
You try to hide the pain, but your face starts to pour. Not caring about facing life without parole, Because your actions took your son away. Should have thought about that just a little bit more-al of the story.
Effected not just you, but everybody that knows you. Think how 1 flow, beat, action, or individual can determine how you feel never thought losing you could be for real.
Didn't even get to say Goodb........