Trust

I forgot my medicine today
Don't talk to me

I don't know for a fact
If that's somebody
They look dead

"Hello?"

And like just last night
I was talking to a shorty
Who was shot in the head

"Hello"

Can you see
The fear
In me?

The dead speak
To me
To me

Can you see
The fear
In me?

The dead speak
To me
To me (don't talk to me)

I sit up
I sit down
I sit back
My eyes close
For I drown

Look, Bro
There's no stats
For the bodies stacked up
On your lap

I just saw another nigga
With his eyes rolled back
With his finger on the trigger
And his backbone snaped

Dude, Bro
Your phone's tapped
You can't make work time
When all of your work's timed
To split up the work dime
Then wonder what work's mine
While sipping on work wine
And sitting in work grime