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The truth is

Leaving my health and finances in ruin

Towards THC and alcohol, been abusive

Filling my lungs with clouds to clear my foggy mind

I got a problem Houston

I’m only human

Most my friends are animals, they ruthless

It’s no illusion

I’m stupid

been reclusive

no reason for excuses

it’s useless

listening to music

doin for me what’s therapeutic

I could talk about it or just do it

I could show it or shoot it

I could accept such terms or refuse it

I could care less or I could prove it

I was foolish or I fucking knew it

On came the cataclysm

Followed by a schism

A world full of skepticism and criticism

As the waters remain murky

They say the truth

But the only proof is from what was written

Therefore a lot could be hidden

If only they show what they want you to see and hear

Pullin strings like a puppeteer

Sleight of hand like a magician

One thing certain, time keeps ticking

It’s all copacetic tho, I ain’t trippin

I’m grindin and sipping

Trippin balls on cloud 9 til i die

Til death call my name I’ll starem in the eye and say

it is what it is

it is what it is

It is what it is

try to catch hold of it

As it flies away

Leaving me with just fragments

Of all the memories made

Memories so golden and bright

That leave my heart with delight.

Here today, gone tomorrow

Leaving me full of sorrow.

People said that

The farther it went

The more I'll heal

But here I stand

With pieces that no longer fucking feel

How does it feel?

When you lose the only thing you possess.

Yes, I'm losing myself

And I'm afraid there's no way out.

It is what it is

It is what it is

It is what it is

It is what it is