im an open book at the wrong chapter everything i earned i took no gimmicks im a bad actor now lets take a quick look no witness for my character i left em all dead or shook its best to fear the rapture i write verses, but cant string a hook guess i aint really that good of a rapper hell i cant even cook so the fuck am i supposed to do after i dont know why the fuck i am the way i am get in the way of my own happiness every way i can push my loved ones away til they cant stand to be around me, give a fuck if i ever gain a fan write to get this shit off of my chest dont even record and still think that im the best definition of blessed, yes, ill wreck any pad with the pen reality i hate everything that i am a shell of a former man, whos degressed into something less only thing im positive about is whether or not im depressed yes digest sedative enhancers im hard pressed to find answers with closed eyes for so long i thought i was the disguised fourth wise guy but why would i hide from the spotlight when i could have my name up in the skyline if i tried, but the thought of dying is possessive if i were to skydive, its no question i could not neglect it dont get it twisted, i was not neglected but my mental was, and i regret it not believing my own perception mind over matter, but my mind is reckless 6 pack to sleep or im up stressin thats no way to function but i dont know any better nothing else i tried worked, i just wanna be better without putting in the work, im scared to be better wonder whether or not if i was dead would i be better but i cant do that to those i love whether theyre here with me or up above so even though i find livin tough its tough luck, ill buckle up and continue the ride cause truly i know that theyre better off with me alive
------------- Show me a fortress and I'll show you a ruin.
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