Voice Memo from $TRUGGOWEEN by YUNG $LIT VEINZ

I can't even front, a lot of things done changed
I brought a life to the world and had it taken away
And I can't do nothing about it now – it's way too late
Shoulda’ trust Bigg Homie when he told me not to go on that date
But let me take you back through the crooked mind of a criminal
Everyday I get flashbacks to killing **** and ****
I’d be damned if I'm not traumatized by the street experience
And I spread my heart out on the mic to breathe it all in and out again

Yo, I lost my only child, not a thing left to say
My soul is lost, my eyes are bleak and I can't eat, sleep, or pray
What's left of me is a broken mind leading me to decay
Steady asking how I shoulda’ kept my family sound and safe
Simona, if you out there, then I know that you listenin’
I did everything I could to keep you right here sittin’ with me
And yo’ moms and I – we split, but we still fighting together
We gon’ be fightin’ till the day we die, $TRUGGLIN’ till forever

Always back to square one: my girl land in the asylum
Then she come out, she don't know me, and she left me with my rifle
And I'm thinkin’ about ending all my troubled thoughts and behaviors
With just a slip of a hollow-tip, I could be lightyears and eons away from here
But I know Simona still out there an’ she been could needin’ me
Always postin’ emotions and cryin’, but y’all ain’t never defeating me
I dropped the ciggies and the crack and the cocaine
But this mourning, grieving shit, mane, it keeps a junkie insane

To all my friends I lost from snortin’ dope and sellin’ crack
I hope y'all know my life is still fucked up, but it ain't like that
And I'm improving every day, keepin’ away from the trap
So I immerse my self in the art form that we all call rap
Even though I still can't go a good day without that waking and baking
I’m doin’ my best to keep my life in check and checkin’ my payments
Savin’ up my mind for the expenses that tomorrow might bring
Then push it out my mind and in the junt so I could just hang

As the walls crash and cave, I think about my brother Paul
His timely tragedy brought travesty to whole CA$HFLOW MO₿₿
Going through tough times, all I got is this façade and some clout
Still none of y’all fuckboys got an idea what YUNG $LIT VEINZ about
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