quick verse

i woke up to see the light,but i wasnt seeing right,
the leaves and greens were bright, sorta seeming like my dreams at night/
its my bleeding gripes that feed my hype/
so when i fall asleep at night,
i lose myself in a world of swirls,
alcohol and girls, shows partys and a twurl of a twist/
its a world that exist, where its never hit or miss/
im livin risk to risk tryin to find something that fits/
as it feels like im losing my grip
i loosen my fist, watchin them moving their lips to satasify
their daily itch/
maybe my crazy witt is what lately felighs these lazy twits
or maybe its, me.
the infamy, or neurotic tendency's that essentially agree/
like a bird that never flew,
im stuck in a bed of glue closing my eyes to only hear what the wind blew,
from everything ive been thru, i been cool,and i intend to
answer the question sent thru my beat, so when i close my eyes to sleep
ill grow beside her feet, only to know her side is weak,
since i roamed and found a peak, im alone inside of me listening to
hearing her speak