I’m tryna make sense of it all an this how I’m starting it off so this Issa letter to you I’m hoping you reading this all I’m sorry I’m missing ya calls I’m sorry I’m throwing you off but I got my feelings involved and there is no baring them all my heart it stay smiling from you bc of the things that you do you love me you tellin the truth my soul it get lost in yo pool your passion it’s always my mood an weed yeah it’s always my groove I’m staying away from the shrooms but still I go run wit the goons I been posterized eyes filled up an they moisturized tired of the extra roller coaster rides tired of the stressing an depression lines moving thru my life on some borrowеd time death somewhеre creepin in my mind healthy as a horse but I can feel a decline one big soul steady losing it’s shine an now it’s doc or job into the R.I.Ps An A-15s it was hoc n porked baked beans blacc polo tees an cuffed up jeans these man these are intrusive passive aggressive provocative flows growing with wisdom I see an I know why do I notice not everyone tho why do I hold an I never let go why am I triggered yet takin it slow choppa gon aim an da choppa gon blow uncle on drugs and he sniffn the snow burning up money an fuccin a hoe past an the present is hunting my soul scared that I won’t even hit all my goals all that I know is I stand on 10 toes