Letting Go

Up top is where you'll find me, Anne Frank, 2 friends high-fiving, the date on a piece of writing, what's cake without the icing, but lately I've been fighting, the urge to re invite in, the dark don't let no light in, the stars are not aligning

Or even when I pull out my phone to check the gram, it's the lotion before the ram, with no Trojan I get it damn, your life's better than mine fuck, I'm just tryin to do better for Cam, and I'm working this fucking job where the pay is a legal scam, I wana

Kill shit real shit, like I'm back on my pill shit, a walking fucking zombie psychopath in the building, like an epidural patient pushed out more than her first kid, by the baby lies a turd in other words I don't feel shit

But I feel sick, when them bills hit, Friday morning payday hell yea collectors laughin, like you goddamn right about that it's payday you got it backwards, then back in the ill mind with hops n weed I'm on the back roads ima

let it go

My hungers throbbing, my son deserves the world and to give it to him I ain't stopping, whenever we go shopping showing his mother what we got him, it's my dream to make it seem like that bags from merry poppins