Help_Urself Ezekiel

I hate you tho
We gon make this work thru
Gone broke again off the dro
Headaches when Im coming home
When the suns out Im gone
Mistakes on someone
Getting tired of being had
Theyre getting tired of me being sad
Bottom of the lake in a bag
I feel its time now
Any day
Been a while since felt this way
Under skin and the flesh decay
Bout time someone took my place
In this time I met my self
Its a broke life in a cell
Stay in dont help yourself