January 23rd.

painting tainted vivid memories still picture perfect, all that for nothing feeling worthless. even though i am, but soon realized trust no one . on my selfmade shit born alone die alone. king to the throne all on my own besides the company i keep, reekin with marijuanna.trauma to the body dealin with mad pain drownin in coedine, pills, and chasin the rush. soft to the touch , tellin shorty to hush and just hold shit down. but shes on some to the nexx shit, so here i go on with life. murda muzik on repeat like we goin diamond. hopefully the next time we meet itll be on different terms and a better situation.changing faces and feelings like seasons im the reason.