Long after I'm gone

F**k that s**t mahn.

so how long till im gone

is it wrong to be lost and then won

cuz we roll like we never cared

we find weed and we had it shared

how many times had i cried?

to fight and keep it like ive always tried

but b***h you burnt my conscious 

made me feel sick, nauseas

so when i say f**k this world

i mean it every word

don't tell me to stop writing

face my fears, they'll keep biting

till you wanna hide inside and

find me standing and holding your hand

walk away, cuz s**t i'm high

don't get left behind when i fly

I'll be gone b***h, so will you

but we all do, to get through

to f*****g have a name and be something

too bad ur nothin, and ima king

Author's Note

umm...watever