expresstophresh:

This thing called hope got me fucked up. She was rolling with a bitch named Karma, that’s some dumb luck. Maybe it was supposed to go like that. I caught wind, blew it a kiss and hoped that it would write back. As the ink tears welled up on the paper that I balled up. It’s just drying now. I feel like dying now. Outside I’m smiling going wild as I light a spliff, but inside I’m crying out, I’m pretty stupid to think we’d fit. I swear you were a light that just kept going on and on. Had many off days, so I wrote some songs. Last one I wrote was the last one with hope. Cause hope is someone I ain’t fucking with no more. 

So it’s cool, I stayed strong. Kept my chin up higher than it was before. Though this time, it was a little bit more disappointing. Caught on to some shit, thought it only went one way but turned out she was double jointed. Just cause you can’t break doesn’t mean you have to break me. Guess the chances were so slim, and as I wrote this the room started getting shady. Back to how I used to think, acid flowing out the sink. Wash my face, brush my teeth, mind removed the cavities. So this, I ain’t having b. Fucks with it, I fucks with you. Nah, not like this. Nah, not with you.

(via krystaaaaaal)