Jamming

I’m up till ass crack of dawn,

smashed a bottle of don,

Woke up, ain’t even need to yawn. 

For i sit up and get that— 

Rip bong, another shatter.

Shit hardly matters,

yo, I don’t care a lot,

Life seems to be meaningless.

I hate feelin this way, but I won’t fight it,

Take a guess why.

Be sure to aim high 

And make those devils proud. 

You know, the ones that doubt,

The ones you wished about, 

But never came around

Until the day you got your raise.

And now they all wanna praise

Like ya atta be Ra,

But they the enemy god.

A tough spot, but slam the door.