Hell

I oughtta keep to myself
Popping all these beans ‘til my mind melt
I would rather fiend than find help
I’m just gonna bleed by myself
Popping all these beans ‘til my mind melt
I would rather than find help
Might as well leave cause life’s hell

They think I’m here but I’m not
They never fear that something’s wrong
When I’d peer off the dock
They’d just think I’m having fun
Cause tears would only drop when I was sleeping in my bunk
Thinking I was done, but best believe I’d overcome
Yeah I fuck with the blunt trauma
Always resolves all my problems
Gut the mulch, stuff a Dutch Palma
Gotta conquer all my monsters
While I alter up my conscience
The impossible is probable, it’s possible to prosper

I really need some prosperity
I keep chiefing and chugging like a Cherokee
I breathe Mary Jane, bud stuffed in my Amiri jeans
But the cup I drink’s the reason why they’ll bury me
Don’t give a fuck you think my feelings needing therapy
It isn’t suffering, I swear I’m seeing clarity
Sitting, wondering if loved ones even care it’s me
I bet just barely, I burn bridges with lit kerosene