The Layover

honesty is my best policy and honestly im true to this, all ready losing my balance trying to catch my my grip. before i slip guess i spoke to soon, im just trying to putmy mind at ease. drowning my pain in drugs, you know how it feels to look down and not jump? scard of myself, not knowing where im headed. so stuck in my ways before and after caught up blinded by the flashing lights, eyes somewhat open. not knowing the outcome murder she wrote black trench coat with nothing underneath. thats why i fuck em and duck em, no such things as feelings here. you get caught up and considered easy prey, their aint no save checkpoints in this game so you cant afford to lose. rules were made to be broken, lookin at life thru my rearview because nothing is as it appears to be. studied the skill found me a hustle and went with it, scared to admit certain shit such as me fearing being lonely. guess thats why i find comfort in everything i shouldnt. moving whatever would move jealously brings envy actions tell everything. take it or leave it either way ill give you reason.