Fuck quittin man, I'd rather be high
Caffeine motha fukkah, shit i ain't gon die
They say the shits gon stop my heart
So what motha fukkah
I'd be doin myself a favor
ain't shit worth living in this cold dark world
fukkahs fake
bitches hate
and niggas don't try and date
every nigga i fucked with tryn rape
hell yea im a virgin, but niggas don't care
niggas see body, titties and hair
and so waht if i am, it ain't gon be him
I'm tryin save up
Up for what, cuz i see my life gettin dim
my clock tryin stop, and it ain't cause of my addiction
shit
I'm tryin stop myself from dyin
and everyday it gets harder
my mother and father
niggas too
man worry about yourself, don't worry for me
man can't you see I'll quit when im ready
So fuck this shit cuz I rather be high and if caffeine kills me
atleast then I'll die
hey thats a good idea,
I'll overdose on caffeine
but when i do don't cry for me, cry for you
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