Trying to make sense

Trying to make sense of my life.... No matter where I go is strife multiple tudes and alities formalities that transpire words that devour emotion liquor and laughter seems to be the potion... Who says pleasure isn't close to pain shit only freaks know there one in the same see this game is twisted and thangs but a tote of that ganja smoke will have a nigga woke Lil mama slides by shit I'm tryna poke that second head doesnt know the dread of her desire.. She burning hot like fire too hot like putting your hand over the stove emergency room 3rd degree burn that's how the story goes... So listen to my message everything that glitters can't surpass gold don't ask questions after the truth is told...