• wahmbulance
    i think of stuff i think to much
    everything is good
    but not in my hood

    i've seen to much
    to much for me
    blood spatter
    even on my knees

    everything is gone
    but i can't stop it,
    it was done

    i feel like something something fake
    that i will never take
    drugs are all over the place
    even if it has new taste

    guns and knifes
    make new fights

    now i notice
    it's all my fault
    for going to my heart