in my conscience there’s distorted cries
just waiting for the world to tell me why.

don’t know how much longer i can keep this mentally, can’t figure out how much longer im gon let this **** get to me.

should i slice? should i dice? or just let it happen?

i wanna see the startled faces when i look down upon them.

my heart hits a road block when i think about ma though, she’ll be hurting even more when i let the **** hit my throat.

but i can’t express myself so maybe I’ll stay quiet, as a matter of fact my brain turned into a ******* riot.

i feel like a soda bottle with too much carbonation, don’t know where to put my emotions so i just stay patient—