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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 

 Chill