Intermission

I lost my best friend.
And the sad part about it is I ain’t realize he was my best friend until I lost
him.
And that shit hurt worse than these bullets from when I got shots.
Plus you got other elements that’s out of my control.
It ain’t doing nothing but pouring salt on the wound.
Can’t mourn properly for my nigga.
I don’t remember the last time I cried.
My heart filled with tears that I can’t even shed ‘cause it look weak.
And I’m in a place where perception is greater than reality, you feel me?
Man fuck jail nigga. So far I been alright but, the environment is savage so I
got no choice but to adapt. Wanted to send him out in a horse-drawn carriage,
wanted to have him in a dope mausoleum buried in Brooklyn, but you know.