Phetamine got me uplifted,
nut not as uplifted as my baby who belongs in my womb, now layin in a tomb
up in heaven.
Watching me get with the convicted, to enlighten my senses.
Moving senseless and reckless furthering myself down into the trenches.
Questioning myself daily, how can I be so down when i'm high above the clouds..
I can see my babies toes in the foggy clouds, i'm driftin towards a comatose now.
Phetamine got me uplifted, but not as lifted as my baby up in heaven.
Got pregnant by a scrub, nothing but a charismatic trip, ending in post traumatic episodes. Trappin me with his seed, fallin and spiraled out, completely lost from rolling in circles,
like the dope between my fingers.
No control over myself, that's the phetamine's job now.
Scrub got me in choke holds that hurtin less, then knowin im the killa of his seed.
Phetamines got me uplifted, but not as lifted as my baby up in heaven.
The scrub sits back in another state, and place of consciousness,
as i'm still sittin, cryin from his actions, not sure what move to make next.
I'll sit with any nigga who got the bag, to get dined, heightened and get it from behind. Just to get heightened over the rocky sensations. The scrub is laughin and pointin with the devil towards me now. Phetamines got me uplifted but not as lifted as my baby up in heaven.