J.F.S.E

I'm still chilling, I'm still billing cro

I'll still smile and claim I'm good when I'm feeling low

I still smoke 'til my feelings go

Meaning I find it hard to feel at home

But home is where the heart is, I guess home is with the pen

Home is anywhere that I can zone out and reflect

Home is in my head so when I'm rolling through the ends

Shit just don't make any sense

Cause we all take life too serious, life's just an experience

Whatever happens we know it ends with death, so

Whatever happens I know it all depends

On my last thoughts, the memories, pour some Hennessy

For the dargs in the cemetery

Even the enemies get some empathy

We all saw things we wasn't meant to see

Well I guess we was meant to see it, if we saw it

And for a lot of us, seeing it got boring

Guys got caught up and got lured in

But me, I wanted to be someone important

But now I care more  about how I feel, and less 'bout what I do

But this is how I feel, and this what I do

A while ago, I said: "This is how I'll move

I'll just have some fun until I get something to prove"

I've been chilling long enough, now let's get this on the move

I know the world's my Oyster, but I'm just getting on a Tube