drugs for my ptsd (Remix) (Remix)

I eat different drugs like they are a bag of Skittles don't get your mind blown trying to decipher my thoughts like riddles here's an idea I cant dethaw "what are the things that go through my mind while Im breakin the law?" is it all just oo's and aww's! or do I take a second for Jiminy Cricket and pause. It gets to a point where you want out of the life settle down and have some kids and couple of wife's but instead you continue to run with the gun and the knife breaking hearts and pushing through the strife give me a sec I want to hit my stride rip the Rock and just glide like Clyde onto another homicide even though it was a chill night I was just down to ride shit gets wild with the boys by your side a small confrontation will change your life. But you live by the knife fuck a home to come back to its just a different type of jail cell to you We ride with a gun, live fast and die young, no point getting old ive done so much drugs just waitin for dementia to take hold. As the xanax brings me down for a nap I whip up another batch of the crack gettin lost after this 7 day binge time to crash just so I can do it again but the walls are moving and the people aren't real the only rush I feel is when I'm about to kill doing drugs just to medicate my ptsd they call it paranoia but I know theyre after me With Jake closing in gettin sloppy while I close a deal walking like a zombie this can't be real brain gone to mush im losing my touch hopefully my addictions haven't gotten too much Im The last of my sevens riding alone blowing out smoke and toting a chrome wonder how ill die will it be some gang shit or a d.u.i just thoughts that cross my mind will i finally OD or will i be just fine No time to think my lifes on the brink in the trap house with just a stove and a sink power comes from a generator...bring me fuel dont be a hater we burried the rig so the noise ain't the instigator for the nosey neighbors to come and dis a player by calling the cops for my rocks i aint trying to ruin yalls day i just need spot to cook my yay I place to get high in peace and truly find my only release. When they said it's hard out here for a pimp let me tell you bro I felt that shit. out here with some grimey goons trying not to be the bafoon my momma always wanted me to be a groom but instead I filled my life with gloom.....And misery made it hard for my pops to even look at me at times I thought I had it all just a stupid kid with a couple 8balls. You ain't shit until you lost it all and have to take it all back I guess I'm just made like that Never willing to surrender a real thug out here never been a pretender im cut from a different cloth can't work a 9 to 5 making money like a sloth You cant make them like me no more they Broke the mold most of you punks will catch some pressure and fold start singing for the cops turning thier best friends into the opposition, now they ride with a disposition because you signed the statement like its a petition now they round up all your homies and youre acting like the man thinkin "all the hoes will blow me" But you don't understand the target you placed on your back get ready for you final nap To take your life is nothing once you decide to fold on the knife it was the law you used to live by say goodbye to you wife. you turned into a bitch and no one misses a snitch. So this is.... "Bye, Felicia" youll be lucky if your body is ever found you punk bitch.