I this, So this is my life, I
My motivation is depression and the urge to My written contain, an outlet for pain I held inside, confined, in worthless maze Now my pen ink to express on page Hey, is like did ma youth go?' I wasted most of that, in a with a puke flow I moved around loads flats in a loophole And never found (nah) I'm surrounded with people yet I feel so If only, I held one closely Enough, to trust, to to solely I wouldn't need drink and these drugs to me (Up) that's why a feel so Live in fear; shed a tear in the dead of the always going to hate and judge on what I write I guess a suicide note would be all they'd like, its like
Why do I do it, try and move it to loose it And am at loose my mind, though its mine to abuse it Its no crime spitting fluid, but stopping the flow, damn, But I stopping for no man I know man, that as cold as an old man Who hates everything because he wasted his whole Life with the tripe and the for his own calm But life's not nice when youre following no Or up, but look at things Ive gave up My whole life is a mic in mates clubs My graves up, more can be said Lay a flower on it now because I'm already Its
How would you feel spending time, Focused on rhymes as your life's falling behind Getting chucked out 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 only thing that can calm mind petty crime takes the time like right off of school So now your backpack contains goods and a tool (Cool) I'm the of today astray with the pencil lead leading the way And page is still my best opportunity So now see what few awkward tunes can do And it be my release, You can see the real me as I explain on Not the punch-line chat, nah, I go I'm going out my mind, peace