Leaned upon the open window
To the pure air
Of the morning silence
Seeing not hearing
Mute visions
No sounds as I listen
Guess I'm what I want
Not afraid of death
But I'm afraid of dying
Just the process
Maybe I can end it myself
With all these drugs I'm abusing
I'm not desirable with my pollution
I could be ramming a hoe like LA
But I'm searching for juice
Like a charge
But I ain't San Diego
Y'all just gotta
Let me go