I this, So is my life, I guess
My motivation is depression and the urge to My written words contain, an outlet for I inside, confined, in this worthless maze Now my pen bleeds ink to express on Hey, is like 'where did ma youth I wasted most of that, in a booth with a puke I moved around through flats in a loophole And never found (nah) I'm surrounded with people yet I feel so If only, I held one person Enough, to trust, to to solely I wouldn't drink and these drugs to hold me (Up) why a feel so shite Live in fear; shed a tear in the dead of the People always going to and judge on what I write I a suicide note would be all that they'd like, its like
Why do I do it, try and move it to loose it And while am at my mind, though its mine to abuse it Its no crime fluid, but they stopping the flow, damn, But I ain't for no man I man, that life's as cold as an old man Who hates because he wasted his whole damn Life with the and the fight for his own calm But life's not nice when youre no plan Or up, but look at things Ive gave up My whole social is a mic in mates clubs My graves up, what can be said Lay a flower on it now I'm already dead Its
How you feel spending your time, Focused on rhymes as your love life's behind chucked out your house as a teen to find Your own feet in gritty cold city we reside And is it fine, being addicted to And weed smokes the thing that can calm your mind When petty crime takes the time like right off of So now your contains stolen goods and a tool (Cool) I'm the youth of Lead astray with the pencil lead the way And this page is still my best So now see what few awkward tunes can do And it be my release, You can see the real me as I on beats Not the chat, nah, I go beneath I'm going out my mind, peace