Some say i'ma fuck and can't succeed your blind i'm already a success you just can't fucken see

some say i'm stuck up
a selfish fuck up
yet others call me the greatest
then state it with the intentions of it not being debated
gods creation why was i created
not born a crack baby
but may as well have been born in a meth basement
and i honestly can't say that i hate it this is my game and i'll play it
they say my voice is icy and my stare is cold
my heart used to be chilly now its solid froze
a ghost in the eyes of those who feel emotion
rank smell of weed on my clothin
they try told me my coherence is shrinking
yet i'm thinking so it must be growing
a mind set in a mode of disgust
look at me like yuk a complete fuck up
but what back and get stuck
i move from the bottom up so wut up
they tell me to quit smokin but why when these blunts fix broken emotions
empty hearts filled with smoked buds in mass doses
not boastin but i've kept tokin
tilted back in the seat window cracked open
hopin the po's don't smell my shit roastin
but those are just hopes n my never work out
so why bother with these words leakin from my mouth
maybe i am fucked but its something i ain't worried about

-Taeazeman