I got these thoughts in my brain that might not be so same, sane whatever i guess they both just mean the same when all I feel is rain, pain damn it there I go again
but I've been struck with stress an strain, an even tried my best for me to regain so now I'm stressed an wait
what the fuck was I jus sayin Cuz ADHD tends to fuck with my brain
oh ya, shit, so let me explain with these thoughts that I've just turned to a train that could leave you wrecked like a car or a plane
so you can watch me crash till nothing remains not even remains like its burnt to ash an gets blown away so you can think about the past but that's thrown away an the rest I'm keeping stowed away
damn now my minds blown awaywhere the hell are my homies fuck it the world can blow me
Do or die do it its that suicide music
Go die or rap, my minds like a cap twisted and screwed like it might be a trap but I bet that you knew
im the passing of fly cuz I'm sick like the flu
a misfit on this new track
Die or go do rap my mind's like a screw cap it's twisted but I bet you knew that I'm sick like where's my flu at
my mind is like a bottle top twisted with a hollow spot
Nights like these
With nights like these who needs life like this so I might just leave, slit and slice my wrist, or will I find peace if I down my scripts? it's what the nice guy gets and the bad guys to, fuck it we're all screwed, man its not just you. Im moving in silence like migrants with migraines from sirens cuz my pains like violence and blood stains, BLOOD STAINS..
Some choose to live, and some choose to love, while some choose their kids, and some choose their drugs.
she's more than a bitch for leisure she's an addicted dick deceiver
But I'm a psycho so where's my knife at, KNIFE AT.
I concenplate lately an maybe hate made me but I'm looking In my past and with this constant hate maybe I'm just looking like an ass, so can it wait maybe cuz some days I feel crazy and hope that it will pass. I just Hope that it will pass..
But Im On a path of depression of anger and aggression with a brain filled with question so I keep on with the stressing... I might snap...
It'll work out just let a little time pass, BUT.
I continue to drink, don't give a fuck what you think I just need a drink in depression I sink, with discretion I think now my heads in a sink but I just need a drink, and don't give a fuck what you think
I'm not done...
I'm In search of a reasonable being an a reason for being for me to just stay
When you see what I'm seeing and hurt like I'm feeling is it even worth it to stay
Stuck in this darkness hurt from the heartless with still nowhere to go, I'm in this house but I've got no home so I sit all alone..
But not done.. no im not done...
