My friend

I wish I could be there for my friend

Grab his hand pull him up away from the sins

Away from the end

But he stuck no one gives a fuck gone with the wind

It's been a long while since happiness he feels

You might see him smile but the smile ain't too real

I wish I saw his pain when it started

All things important in his life departed

I wish we could kick it drink a couple of beers

It hurts so much knowing you alone with your tears with your fears

You had a suicidal note saying mother fuck this life

He couldn't take it when he lost his wife

Long story short mentally abused

Take a handful of oxys see what it do

That passed by now he escaping with the high

The devil gets smoked ain't no mother fucking lie

Where do he go from here when you hit rock bottom

He needs help and support but he ain't got em

Instead he face to face with the devil

He plans to take it to another level

He plans to take everything evil that he gives

Fuck the devil mother fucker he gotta die to live

The devil gets smoked in his home today

The devil gets smoked and gets blown away

Back to the fact that my homie still depressed

Understand that he blessed even though his life a mess

I seem to be able to talk to him every single day

I think he brave getting closer to the grave

Now a days we talk and I see he hides his fear

On the inside i can tell he holds back his tears

Maybe it's too late I try to pick him up from the ground

Instead I go with him so together we be downI suddenly realized that I'm the only friend I have

Some mentally fuck shit and I leave it like that

But I'm a die alone and I will be ok

I've accepted long ago when I see the day

No hurry I declare death for the devil

No worry he's a cloud so my fucking debt is settled

Now it's me and my friend on the lonely

Me myself and I because I'm the fuckin homie

That's an easy way to make yourself give up

Gotta get up I have the flute lit up

Pass it to my friend in reality it's me

I look in the mirror yes that mother fucker is me

And a man can only take so much so it's vital

That my mind doesn't give up to suicidal

The devil is my bitch it's on site bro

I'm blowing clouds while I make him read the bible

I tricked him with my friend and he lost it

Got rid of the evil even though my life on earth was costed

You see I died along time ago but left here to kill the devil

It's a burial party you got the pitchfork I got the shovel

No grave stone just your pitchfork with your head

Believe and life goes on the devil's dead

What's up to the homie

Borracholoco

That's me mother fucker