Mental sick

 The changes we go through

Trying to get through to

The people we love

Sometimes float like a dove

Trying not to push and shuv

Cause you have to be above

The lost soul without love

For themselves

To reveal their selves

If only abuse of a man’s intellect didn’t get shelved

As a attribute of too soft

With a lot of frost added

Intentionally for us to recognize

Your mind is the first source

Before being thrown off course

By of course

Folks with no attributes

For themselves to contribute

Run up and don’t go cray cray is not the way

To stay real it’s called being flaky

With milk sogged out to

Shoot this is gross

I’m outta here like white on rice

Peace out to low energy breakfast

Needing lunch to unwind tht damn

Messy crap they call

Now what Nigga

Is played out

You’ll end up in a ditch shot somewhere these days

Gotta watch your mouth and back

These days

Folks got jungles going on through their head

You just never know sad!