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 no 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 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 and 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 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 --- Wulf Wood - Xavier Wulf