PTHBD

I'm so fucked in my head I'm Traumatized the doctor said I had to Get my heart Analyzed Post traumatic heart break disorder At it's high I wanna see all my niggas faces who All died Everlasting funerals why we all got to Die Papa died that shit made cry I'm so Tired Police departments killing blacks They mad now we hitting back They thought we was gone keep Quiet You thought wrong you Silly Jack Smoke Exotic out the pack If Twelve coming after me you Would've thought that I had ran Track These niggas always faking on the Net they so damn wack These niggas always plotting on Moves so just watch your back Broken child he struggling and he Fighting for some peace That depression got'em locked up in A fucking leash He be having nightmares in jail back Against the cell Heart broke it feel like that shit got Dipped in a pot of hell Throw a quarter in the fountain at The mall then I wish it well Then I Pray to God to bless us all and Get rid of hell Shout out Ced, Tim, Forrest & my Nigga Kale We don't talk that much foreal but Y'all My niggas 4L Aye