T.R.I.FEKTA gettin expression of the chest bra......

Somtimes i think too low/ about myself /to even give a shit about my health /so i sink as low/ as the bottom of hell/ and i kink every straight arrow/ makin everything narrow/ as i walk through lifes hallway feelin crushed from the walls closin in/ brain explosoin/ so the notion/ is never well/ so i drink and smoke hopin/ regrets and mistakes fade away /but they stay/ to deteriorate/ my anotomic cell/ trapped in a neverending negative body/ wishin for a Godly/ mental/ but at the same time/ prayin i get high/ with whatever i can get from somebody who sells/ dope/ forever taunted by temptations that'll end my existance till then i struggle/ wit pill in hand/ poppin em till i cant even stand/ all the time/ in this state of mind/ of no intentions to humble /just crimes of the mind/ if lyricall ammunition/ actually killed the competition/ and ended up doin time till i die/ or the earth rumbles to rubble/.......