Real talk

Photo slightly obstructed by a finger in the bottom right hand corner. There is an open D lock sat on a dark brown wooden table with cocaine remnants on it, alcoholic drinks and another camera sat slightly out of shot.

I used to sit and look for coke on the bathroom floor, now I pick bits of cheese up from my kitchen store.

I don’t have a store I just made that up so this reads “ok”, now lets get back to try’na make myself “feel better” today.

The perennial drip is drivin me fuckin crazy, even gettin outta bed is hard when I want to be fuckin lazy.

Feel the strain in the back of my neck from snortin so many lines, now I need to build up the brain cells so let’s make this fuckin rhyme.

My heart hurts and I’m not sure if it’s pain or a cardiac ‘bout to start on a daily, never mind ain’t nobody here to fuckin save me.

I like sayin fuck a lot but it’s more for dramatic effect, ya get me? Gettin all these rattles out so I can move on the the next thing.