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

My friend