My Brain is Shot (Poem)

My brain is shot
My bones are frigid

I try to be soft
But I come off rigid

I guess I should stop
Or I should stop guessin

I guess I should stop
Or I should get knocked

I’m high off the shit
And low off the Four Loco

I’m out of my wit
And don’t know here it go

I’m caught in a zone
With the sound of a knock knock knock

I pray they don’t get me
But I know when I’m got

My brain is shot
I’m cold then I’m hot hot hot

I try to be soft
But I’m comin off rock

I guess I should stop
Or I should stop guessin

I guess I should stop
Or I should get dropped