Hard 2 Fight It

All this pain it got me going thru it.
Make it worse, soon think I be gone too.
What goes around comes around and ikno I’m doing.
They say u reek wit your soul & ikno its true, thinking bout my niggas kissing
on this juice.
So sick of listening got me on da juice.
I pray it get better but its getting worse, and I’m forced to live this way
till im in a hurst.
Lost chess years ago and still today it hurts.
Ikno we both going to heaven but he just made it first.
Still think about him heavy on da way to work.