Open Mic: Jello Structure

Choke and toke till no more cig is left, i got pains in my chest

Or is it just my imagination,

making it like im the best till i test my memory's state of sedidation

I need more medication im too stupid to realize the lies

no matter if its in my face, bringing me to cries and demize

I'll never take in to pressure, holding me from my dreams

The demons in my room on the ceiling, driving me to screams

Its really fuckd up as it all seems to be one lie after another

I thought we was cool dawg is you my brother, I guess not oh well

Im drowning these lyrics in the well, till all is well and fine

I see you steppin on low classes stabbin backs to shine

Then wehn you be falling behind, you stop rapping and whine

Like i had shit to do with you stoppin, my rimes dude they mine,

what is it you coppin?