ptsd

, i turn the news on when i smell death in the air, i proved you wrong, i made it out of here, i don't belong, i see my past everywhere, don't stand too close to me, eternal ptsd, i got a war-zone inside of my head, i made it on my own, they said i'd be in jail or dead, i've seen my brothers fall over and over again, don't stand too close to me, i got ptsd, i was hearing bangs like chief keef, always yelling names that's deceased, i go off my mind and my instinct, shooting at the same time, we was in sync, on the same thang, tryna repeat, we was in them whips, right back on the enemies, stuffed on my last hit, i was in the middle seat, fuck it out the sun-roof, brodie got a quick release, and we in a car real fast for police, shots fired back but his ass in the street, when i bought a.40, showed brittany and tiffany, knowing if they call it ain't shit they can't get from me, lotta warfare, 17 had a.50 piece, flexed on niggas, so you know they wanna kill a g, posted in the hood with some bentley keys, roc died, showed 'em what it really mean, i can't sleep 'cause it's a war-zone in my head, my killas good, they know i'm hands-on with the bread, a million dollars ahead, i'm still angry, seeing red, how the fuck i'm 'posed to have fun, all my niggas dead, i turn the news on when i smell death in the air, i proved you wrong, i made it out of here, i don't belong, i see my past everywhere, don't stand too close to me, eternal ptsd, i got a war-zone inside of my head, i made it on my own, they said i'd be in jail or dead, i've seen my brothers fall over and over again, don't stand too close to me, i got ptsd, used to run home from the train stop, runnin so fast, dodgin' rain drops, 'member got robbed at the park once, 'member thinkin' that that bitch prolly ain't caught, 'member i was with my mama one time, seen a nigga through the glass hit a nigga with a bank shot, point blank, head hanging off his tank top, walked off, we drove off, went to gamestop, quiet ride there, picked up 'san andreas', certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off, we seen it all, don't get involved, carry the weight of the world like a shawl, conceal, don't reveal to the people in court, i still can feel it, i know that the world is evil, in case you thought a nigga forgot it, when my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets, please do not run up on me, not even as fans, niggas get fanned down on the dan ryan, i'm flyin', i'm scary as hell, i need me a xan, the days seem longer as life gets shorter, we know sex, drugs, money, all in that order, ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order, leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety, it's a war-zone layin' inside of my head, i still think about all my niggas that's dead, i'm too paranoid, yeah, i know you heard what i said, i'm too paranoid, i made sure all my ops they bled, draining all my energy, no, i cannot sleep, uh huh, i'm affected by the streets, no appetite, i can't eat, i only see red when i see, i think it's my ptsd, i think it's my ptsd, i think it's my ptsd, yeah, i turn the news on when i smell death in the air