J.F.S.E

I'm still chilling, I'm still billing cro
I'll still smile and claim I'm good when I'm feeling low
I still smoke 'til my feelings go
Meaning I find it hard to feel at home
But home is where the heart is, I guess home is with the pen
Home is anywhere that I can zone out and reflect
Home is in my head so when I'm rolling through the ends
Shit just don't make any sense
Cause we all take life too serious, life's just an experience
Whatever happens we know it ends with death, so
Whatever happens I know it all depends
On my last thoughts, the memories, pour some Hennessy
For the dargs in the cemetery
Even the enemies get some empathy
We all saw things we wasn't meant to see
Well I guess we was meant to see it, if we saw it
And for a lot of us, seeing it got boring
Guys got caught up and got lured in
But me, I wanted to be someone important
But now I care more about how I feel, and less 'bout what I do
But this is how I feel, and this what I do
A while ago, I said: "This is how I'll move
I'll just have some fun until I get something to prove"
I've been chilling long enough, now let's get this on the move
I know the world's my Oyster, but I'm just getting on a Tube