truth serum

A Poem by winter;lyra

me and my b***h went sight-seeing
four twenty one we start bleeding
wow wow wow hold up on the pole
west side sentry
flow glow like blow
up in the trade district
casualties: zero
f**k up, no hero
that ain't like me, no no

yeah yeah tunneling through
am in the park, where the f**k are you
smoking trees, where the f**k is truth