Hypothetically speaking, my brain's leakin
fk psychotropic drugs, i need Jane for the weekend
hataz be tryin to creep in, thru corners of my mind
disappoint me with dat BS, then ask if im fine
technically im with the source n vine, tryin to stay on course
still of course i gits shaded from the grill of these horses
fast gallops on my rightz, out staking my freedom
weary, runnin out of fight coz in my life i dont need 'em
barely goin home safe, feelin slighted from God
only way im comin up iz if i lick or i rob
music dreamz n joy bein stolen, i aint holdin
opportunities passin me by, still i aint foldin
suffering's pretense, surviving's the aftermath
when im strong enough to pray daily, i wont feel His wrath
young world movin fast, outcasted tryin to outlast
cant laugh at my plight, upright, but dats just the half
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