I this, So this is my life, I
My motivation is and the urge to change My written words contain, an for pain I held inside, confined, in this maze Now my pen ink to express on page Hey, is 'where did ma youth go?' I wasted most of that, in a booth with a puke I moved loads through 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 talk to I wouldn't need drink and these 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 guess a suicide note would be all that they'd like, its
Why do I still do it, try and it to loose it And while am at loose my mind, though its mine to it Its no crime spitting fluid, but stopping the flow, damn, But I stopping for no man I know man, that life's as as an old man Who hates everything because he his whole damn Life with the tripe and the for his own calm But life's not nice when youre following no Or gave up, but look at Ive gave up My whole social life is a mic in clubs My graves up, what can be said Lay a flower on it now because I'm already Its
How you feel spending your time, Focused on rhymes as your love life's falling Getting chucked out your house as a to find Your own feet in this cold city we reside And is it fine, being to wine And weed smokes the only that can calm your mind When petty crime takes the time like off of school So now your backpack contains stolen and a tool (Cool) I'm the youth of Lead astray with the pencil leading the way And this page is still my 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 chat, nah, I go beneath I'm going out my mind, peace