I this, So is my life, I guess
My motivation is depression and the to change My written words contain, an for pain I held inside, confined, in this worthless Now my pen bleeds ink to express on Hey, is like did ma youth go?' I wasted most of that, in a booth a puke flow I moved loads through flats in a loophole And never found (nah) I'm surrounded people yet I feel so lonely If only, I held one closely Enough, to trust, to talk to I wouldn't need drink and these to hold me (Up) that's why a so shite Live in fear; shed a tear in the dead of the always going to hate and judge on what I write I guess a 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 spitting fluid, but they stopping the flow, damn, But I ain't for no man I know man, life's as cold as an old man Who hates everything because he his whole damn Life with the tripe and the fight for his own But life's not when youre following no plan Or gave up, but look at things Ive up My whole social life is a mic in mates My up, what more can be said Lay a flower on it now because I'm dead Its
How would you spending your time, Focused on rhymes as your life's falling behind chucked out your house as a teen to find Your own in this gritty cold city we reside And is it fine, being addicted to And weed smokes the only thing that can your mind When petty takes the time like right off of school So now your backpack contains stolen and a tool (Cool) I'm the of today Lead astray the pencil lead leading the way And page is still my best opportunity So now lets see what few tunes can do And it be my release, You can see the real me as I explain on Not the chat, nah, I go beneath I'm going out my mind, peace