Damn. I always thought I was strong.
Maybe I'm weaker than I thought.
Emotions got me feeling dumb.
Fuck this! It ain't love.
Maybe I'm stressed.
Niggas blocking 24/7 nd I'm still trynna start a convo. Supervisor's on my neck like a bell n Project's treating me like hell. Donkeys smashing on the road yet I ain't smashed in days.
Hell yeah, I'm supposed to act Cool, stay clean.
But I got 2 bibles on my table. 1 to be read and the other to be puffed. I got some spirit to put me in the spirit yet I'm damn low.
It's 9:30 whistles be going gaga. F them. It ain't judgement day!! They call it Curfew cos they want to Cuff you. Tell the Dean I'm the deal.
2 months till I'm outta here!! Been on a low cos I'm riding out on a high.
