Better days

I'm a street runner

Outside roaming the streets, feeling just like a cop

Fleeing people in traffic, you know I'm hiding from opps

Ain't been having a heart since it left with my pops

If you speak on his name, like a heart rate you dropped

Try to manage my feelings, too much pain I cannot

When you see me cutie, please baby don't let me get hot

Like a croc, I'm a bite, throw your ass in the pot

Michael Myers, it's on sight since you so tough when you not

Roll up, blast some music till I see the sunset