childhood homies

lowlife crisis
contron
lowlife crisis

i went 2 church & prayed to gods i don’t believe in

dearly departed, darlin, oh i see you leavin’

i’m having a low life crisis dear god i hope i’m righteous

i want my dear friend terrence back

don’t want no lies, transparent facts

i went to hell been there & back

i saw his glazed eyes starin’ back

i keep my feet still on the ground

if yr all alone in what they call a home did the gunshot make a sound?