Venting

Been a while now I'm back from the dead Back with the heat let it spark like the lead Like the old saying goes closed mouths don't get fed So I'm back on the grind still trying to get ahead Still working for the million to feed the children Still looking for a bad one that look Brazilian Indian Lord knows I got a thing for them Dominicans But that pussy could be the death, of many many men Lethal if you ain't thinking with the right head I been fucked up for years battles going on in my head Had to dig myself out my own grave And I was starting to feel like my own slave So I jump back in the race Moving at a fast pace When I look back and think damn all this time I waste But ain't no looking back the regrets I got to face Only let myself down and I'm so disgraced I remember always thinking about you Riding around didn't think I could live without you Dark clouds followed me out the house too I was bumming out I was sleeping on the couch too Couldn't get my mind right In Hindsight should've stayed down But I played around damn shame Haunted by my regrets All caused by a text Which led up to you being my ex Damn Damn Now what I'm gonna do Find another but they wont fill your shoes I always ask why I couldn't just stay true With replays of me and how I wronged you Steady circle the issue like I'm Marques Hou Thinking if I had a chance could I bargain you Probably not yea I know That shit was the past time to grow And just let it go Been a minute since you heard my voice That was no accident That was all strictly by choice But now I'm back again So come and take a walk with me As I share a couple thoughts on my mind for free So you could see That it ain't been so good No it ain't been so good But that's life So f*ck all the venting Cause you wont give a f*ck No matter what I'm dispensing you'll just tell me good luck Kicking this rap in a chair Wondering why I'm here Reminisce on the days when life was ever clear Never sipping but I'm feeling like I need a shot My ambitions as a rider word to Pac Irresponsible decisions when I'm at my worst And if I ever get low its probably because I'm hurt I'm an introvert With and extroverted mind Insert cliché metaphoric line 2010 I remember popping 13 pills Cause the pain I was feeling couldn't be healed by Advil's The thought of it now still brings me to chills Before popping xans and the perc's for the thrills Young and lost brain was tossed deep in abyss But I made it out the dungeon now looking for bliss For better days ahead when my music reach the masses I see my future when I dream nap in Hendrix glasses No time on this grind but its moving like molasses But the turtle wins the race Remember that silly rabbit