PTSD

Am I gon live or die don't kno the answer but I feel it's comin

We livin just to die stay out the way I ain't gon rush it

It's some shit i gotta say but im gon hush ain't gon discuss it

And it's still free all the guys my nicca stuck up in eht bucket

I can't seem fall asleep catch my self talkin to the dead

I swea that shit dea broke me seen my nicca on eht bed

Ion een go to school but yeah I tend to be with led

I Got hit a couple times I thank the lord it want my head

Dicks put me in eht jam I ain't gon fold this how it go

Couldn't een leave my cell my blood was bussin out the door

I was 23 and one I couldn't een get on the phone

Lawyers talkin bout yu fucked find me a plea I'm goin home