When Unrealistic


Daydreaming about M4s and lottery money
My mind feels like a C4, I don’t know what I’m still holding on for
Maybe it’s money, maybe it’s a white girl that’ll call honey
You think I’m being funny but I don’t how much more I can take
I don’t know if I have any kindness left to fake
I just wanna be better, I just wanna be sober
On the other hand I just want this life to be over
A victim of myself and the white man’s system
But I’m no better than them
Stressing over things I can’t even afford to lease
Me filling the tub and cutting my wrists is just me looking for peace


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