You fight the onset of caring, as the gaba released is unbarring,
your mornings give ways for you to persuade your mind of the night you sat staring.
You converse with the highest concern, for compassion in light of your turn, to take one more shot as you hit the spot while your peers continue to burn.
They wait til you're phased and unsteady, til the drinks make you think that you're heavy, just as you intend for right they instead will **** you as soon as you're ready
When Tupac sad *****es would funk, the reasons as why niggas sunk, he forget to add booze to the reasons they choose, to kill men as he said that while drunk.