Wulf Wood

As I sit here and smoke this blunt
 I realize I got a lot of people mad at me
 Men and women
 But, oh well
 It does not matter to me
 I can't give her reasons for the way I be
 I know I'm complicated but that's just a part of me
 I try to fix emotions but that's hard for me
 Cause I don't give a fuck about a lot of things
 Since I was a youngin' I knew a lot of things
 I say more than what I should have if you asking me
 You see Stewart Forest Cove was my first street
 And my old house is where my heart sleeping for eternity
 They say "Why you mad?"
 I say don't talk to me
 You say the wrong things I break your arteries
 The violence I construct it feel like art to me
 I do it easily, I know I'm off the edge, but that comfort me
 I remember memories and destiny
 I put my back into the black sand then I fell asleep
 Nowadays, I don't rest so easily
 I might say a lot but I don't say everything
 I know things that can't be said so openly
 And I know things that folks don't know that's close to me
 I know people lie that's why none close to me
 I'm just smoking weed tryna find the truth about a lot of things
 Bitch