"I knew I was wrong..."
There's this fuckit in me right now. Live, do, let be.
"... for thinking that she cared..."
Yo man. What can I say? It's all about this journey.
"... that's why I stay prepared..."
You'll never catch me on the downhill slope. I manage that shit. Fuckit. My heart of steal pumps abrasive rusty chunks through my veins. Oh God, I can feel it coursing through my veins.
"... What was I to do?"
It isn't what you think. Nothing can do it justice. I mean this thing we call experience. Life. Nothing can do it justice. Just as well.
Peace means love.
Nappy head