these problem's just keep spreadin, tryna sort them now,
is a little to late, I've allowed them to esculate,
to a greater problem, I hate, is this a test to late,
that I can't pass, had a chance but why then didn't I ask,
for help on the task, now it's pilin up too fast,
an it's windin me up, feel's like a tyson uppercut,
the way it's got me knocked down, fightin but,
I feel like givin up, life is tough, a touch too rough,
leave ya bruised and you can't budge the stuff,
aside, like 3am song there's no place to hide,
you try to hide it, but it's a waiste of a disguise,
chase the dream but all am chasin is demise,
wanna seem happy so now am chasin this high,
from the weed a need to let off steam,
it's the only way I'l set off an see my dream,
a quick short keystyle and abit personal
