Thinking 'bout you

Got worries 'bout you, homie, in my mind, You're too still, but your sugar rush fine. Never stepping out, talking to the air, In your own world, no one else there. No jog, no ride, no dog by your side, More like a ghost, ain't got that glide. Sometimes you drink, sometimes you smoke, Think you're hidden, but that's a joke. Only hidden from your own sight, When you see it, it's a tough fight. Self-imprisonment, a harsh light, In your own trap, tied up tight. Too much screen, too little dream, Candy queen, life's a scream. Every task, a heavy load, Don't even shop for your own food. Time's marching, you're in the fold, TV's on, but the hall's cold.