What am i waiting for?
Maybe for this vacant spot to start aching more.
Maybe for these leaches to start taking more!
I try to balance i take a step-I promise yall i watch my face as i faceplant the floor..
As if I can’t no more..
Supposed to catch myself—it’s like my hands are sore.
I’ve been dilly dallying around the idea like ikea; A bitch trying to build something.
I been in and out of my career like women in brazier—maybe im trying to feel something,
Im constantly with the pushback. Me I’m bout to push back. I’m done with “where all the kush at”
It’s dope season im about to cook crack. I feel like; i feel like cooked crack.
I’m dope as fuck bitch you should stretch me make me last longer.
Step father sold pills to pill poppers to make the dollar bill longer.
Long lectures in kitchen nights to make my back stronger-
Everytime he opened up his fucking mouth was to relax his muscles, “I got this pops, If not imma figure it out”
Imma die before I let this family down if not they gonna be diggin me out—you diggin me now?
I had 1,000 days of parenting and we laid you to rest, i watched you hustle
-now i pop pills everyday and took your name, i got accustomed, Mike Saint Roth.
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