Year In Review (freestyle)

Dead bodies Blunt smoke & Shortcomings 2020 Highlights It's a touchy subject Trying to find the words For this verse Got me staring at the clouds Smoking loud Lettin the lows disperse (And yet) I still feel nothing Side effects Of traumatic events With my ribs touching Ducking Indictments Jail time And stray shots Reliving 1998' Dodging them street cops Break the leavy The load I carry Is heavy Trigger finger Steady Loaded Locked & ready Blowin you to confetti (But that's the old me) But who can tell the difference? Being the hero got me shot up riddled with bullets F*ck it I'll be the Villain Bury me With my mask on Track #2 DOOMSDAY's my theme song Metal middle fingers to the sky They was dead wrong Got things I'm willing to die for, You should pray for em