Intermission - Troy Ave

I lost my best friend.

And the sad part about it is I ain’t realize he was my best friend until I lost

him.

And that shit hurt worse than these bullets from when I got shots.

Plus you got other elements that’s out of my control.

It ain’t doing nothing but pouring salt on the wound.

Can’t mourn properly for my nigga.

I don’t remember the last time I cried.

My heart filled with tears that I can’t even shed ‘cause it look weak.

And I’m in a place where perception is greater than reality, you feel me?

Man fuck jail nigga.

So far I been alright but, the environment is savage so I

got no choice but to adapt.

Wanted to send him out in a horse-drawn carriage,

wanted to have him in a dope mausoleum buried in Brooklyn, but you know.