false prophets

I cried myself asleep yet again
All I really need is a friend
Honestly I think it’s too late
Every day I get reasons that justify my hate.

I ask myself... could it be me
It must be transparent Cuz It’s hard to see.
My minds sick compare it to cancer
I’m asking all these questions but getting no answers.

To quick to judge ill light you light a candle
Don’t think 3rd degree burns are something you can handle
It’s time for you to meet my mulisha
You’re parents might be the only ones left to miss ya

I wasn’t viewed as the number one threat initially
Now I’m the main suspect that could’ve split you in 3
Not my fault you’re life got erased
Yours for talkin shit shoulda chose to embrace

Just shut the fuck up and smoke on the hydro
Smoking and writing raps be the only thing that I know
Hating on me Cuz I got proper grammar
I spit flows yet you hoes stammer

Live you’re live let’s get fucked up
Ignore the hoes the thefts and the sluts