4est green - pulling weeds

Look
Sun beaming through the broken blinds, God spoke her mind
I roll me up a spliff and take a walk, I've been on overtime
A sober mind's more powerful, but I'm in need that smoker's high
It lifts the weight, but it don't get me no more close to fine
I'm over it, mediocre bliss, and I'm composureless
The voices in my head speak over it, I need some sobering
Emotions overwhelming, I repress them cause I'm toxic
She been trying to get me to speak my mind, she doesn't know I lost it
I'm exhausted, turn the faucet off, think up a rhyme and chalk it
Mental mosh pits, walls is closing in, surroundings animated like the hole I'm in
I tried to get a grasp, couldn't control the shit
I focused in, I wasn't hit before, but now I'm woke to it
We built a bond, but he outgrew his britches, homie broke the shit
He could've chose to put that fire out, and he was stoking it
His ego so inflated, couldn't see how he provoked the shit
I let it slide right off my back, it's all about your approach to shit
Keepin' to myself, motherfuckers faker than a BBL
Get it on my own, what makes you think that I would need your help
Sucka free the way I'm livin', I removed him out my circle
Then I washed him, shaped him to some squares, them boys some Steven Urkels

Moon beamin' through the kitchen door, let's sip some more
We runnin' up intoxications, drinkin', takin' rips galore
Stumblin', mumblin', tumblin', tryin' to get back to the liquor store
Enter through the door and instantaneously hit the floor
I guess I ain't as strong as I thought I was
I'm readin' bout my search for meaning wrote from the holocaust
My heart on my sleeve and that bitch colder than Haagen-Dazs
My fragile masculinity as toxic as car exhaust
And that is a common cause, but not to make commas come
Depression got a youngin' out here fastin' like Ramadan
Look, dead weight, they tryna scramble up funds
You get a cookie, now they all wanna crumb
I had to dump them and run, I pump faked and had them jumpin' the gun
We steady keepin' it a hundred and one
Look, we pullin' weeds and lettin' seeds grow
We stayin' solid to a core set of ethos
Look, I have to write to find that great escape
I'd rather eat crumbs with bums than eat steaks with snakes
And okay, it's highs and lows, you gonna hurt and heal
I had to weed them serpents out for real

Written by:
Samuel Alatorre

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