Reflection

Smile on my face acting so fucking fake like the people in life always tryna cut my breaks but I can’t take the shade that I’m getting

so I’m hitting just like Jackson no more bragging about these people that I fucked up in my past that fuels my passion, I can’t ration all these thoughts that tie me in a knot, I thought I sought a real ones but that shit was a plot, left to rot with nothing but these jots

connect the dots to feel some connection or get left in a room smoking from the smith and Wesson I reckon for perfection but these people testing with my mind until these thoughts that have deadliest intention like Columbine you want me to feel fine but you’re the reason I decline so I decide so cut you off like the tip off my shotty got these snakes stretching like Pilates my visions groggy from the rubber in my eyes when I peeled out like Ricky Bobby you will not taunt me, try to persuade me to stay but your too haunting, just let me be stoned alone on my own self reflecting tell I’m grown so leave me alone