Trash

im so sick of all the ****ing bullshit this is a full-fledged spit session with no hesitation when im contemplating if i should let them do an examination of my brain i already know that im ****ing insane and ****ed in the head my thoughts are scary like going to the feds or getting a whole bunch of lead to the ****ing chest causing a bloody mess all through the streets dont critique my technique cuz im too ****ing ill like doing 20 xanax pills at one time youll never feel the sadness in your heart as i do in mine so dont try and compare cuz we will never share the same hurt kinda like bert and ernie when im gone please dont mourn me cuz i'll be on a beautiful journey to the otherside believe me i dont mind this ride i will not hide i will accept my fate i just hope my fate are those pearly gates that shine so bright to tell you the truth i rather be a ghost in the night like a lost soul that just didnt make it and i dont regret **** or say that im sorry cuz theres no turning back and i cant change the past all i can do is try to throw away this trash and start fresh with a new test that i hope to past but im running out of gas trying to haul ass but im just standing still its cold outside and im getting a chill with some goosebumps still trying to take this trash to the dump wondering if i'll ever get there wondering more if i really care knowing that i dont so i might as well not front so just give me a blunt so i can get high cuz its time to fly "Trash"