Poetic Disturbances.

Darkest Hour.

Had a hard time during 2k16
Shit was really effortless
but a nigga had a dream
I woke up early in the fucking morning smelling the weed by my bed side
Shit was really a grind
Nigga had to get up and get that
Aint really care much about the books
Shit was buzz all i was trynna do is
"move da dope"
To me selling da loud was my philosophy
A strategy to get my old g out the struggle
I started moving em nicks, and em dime bags
But then
Shit got outta hand
i started losing my mind
Restless nights thinking about the money
Thinking about how everybody was phony
How i was stuck in this world
Delusional about the money
Found out shit wasnt really as it seemed my real friends were playing hide and seek when i really needed them the most
I was upset
To know

I was all alone
                             in this

                                           miserable
                                                                world.

But so are you.