|I'm down to the last roach.
So how is it that I approach?
It's not to brag and it's not to boast...
This the most sweetness since french toast
That I can take. Make no mistake.
I can tolerate and wait. Don't be late.
How is it that I should now approach?
Can't you see this is my last roach?
It's hard to maintain sane in the brain.
Be free of stains and entertain...
To not be mundane. Boring and plain.
Unless you feel me, it's hard to explain.
It sucks smoking your last roach...
That feeling just chillin on the porch...
Sinking into feelings...swimming in remorse...
Thinking bout the past...gone like a corpse.
Or it can be the other way around.
Know what I mean? A frown upside down.
Of course...things can be worse.
Depends of the course that we chose.
Last roach time. How do we approach?
Damn it. It'd be nice to have a coach.
To give me an idea on what to do.
Shed some light. Enlighten my view.
Illuminate the perception of MY reality.
No more roaches to numb MY insanity.
I'm like a soldier down to one last bullet.
Should I save it? Or...should I pull it ?