Grief
Good grief
Why is it hard to find hope?
I haven't smiled in a minute
This darkness ain't a joke
Been trying to find light, but the switch done broke
Crawling around trying to feel for a lamp
But the genie done croaked
Like my voice, trying to stay high off the drugs
You don't know pain, until you want to die
You don't know death, until you're
Introduced
Light up the blunt
Pour some Henney for my nigga Stacy
Took two clacks to the back
He was only 16
Now I'm empty, filled with dreams
That never got to happen
Shit real, but I'm wishing that it wasn't
Grades slipping, but I don't give a fuck
Pardon me for going into detail
757 is a living hell
No God can save me
I'm just out of his
Reach.
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Hi everybody. I'm 17, from GA, but live in VA. I write because it helps me deal with my life in a positive way. Everything I write is real. If I can say anything, it's to stop gang violence because guns aren't worth it. Bullets don't give apologies. My Instagram is @blvckhvppie,and my Kik is @lovedoesntchange.
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