Back to the bottle for inspiration
Poems starting to sound like a conversation
Between me, myself and V. Fall
Talking about girls, money and how to have it all
Name dropping ’cause I know you be creepin’
I can’t wait till I blow up on all you niggas sleepin’
Fuck playing games and the race card
I’ve come to far
Cut myself when I younger and put a tatt over the scar
A skull with a cross on forehead
Used to be the tail but now I’m the ahead
Now I spend too much time in my head
Wondering what’ll happen to me when I dead
Back to praying and begging for forgiveness
Trying to make peace and sin less
Determined to be something and try my best
Just to put all the unbelievers and doubters to rest
Valentine's Fall 