Some of me wants to scream most of me wants to die Devils climbing like monkeys tearing all at my spine Try to leave em behind chasing after divine When i wake from my rest devils infest my mind I heard existence is pain i heard pain makes you strong My lack of patience is ****** this narrow road is too long To keep you my pride was tucked draining myself of luck Raining such heavy drops straining in mud im stuck Shallow is not the muck screaming out what the **** Breaking my housing walls heading depressions call Shaking the tree for fruit waiting for some to fall All of the fruit was rotten by mistorturne im mauled.
So im told stay within the mold Disobey the old following the young Sprung.. eating all the fruit Nature's very giving humans are obtuse Dispute wether We are ''liberating'' killing them for killing It's quite debilitating To watch blood filled socks Negative experience need to detox ; I dont ******* care about your **** or *** Your soul is pretty foul the *** ill always pass Id rather have l o v e..
Unseen like the breeze they say its a disease Mental existential Lack essentials nice parental ; Seemed it meant nada remain low key If you not a top shotta ; so it goes Ache from the soul never feel whole Till his hands reach his goal high like the sun Drive wasn't fun regret filled his lungs Exhaled lots got got ; Buried in the shade trees kept him cool Against his cards raged friends out phased Tall walled maze pretty ****** lost Slummed out days
Out of gas out of joy Devoid lacking energy severed Depressed confused A mess anxiety inside My chest im pressed Looking for an answer something to clear the way My mind perplexed and clouded with heaving disarray I used you as a bridge you broke as i was crossing I hate myself for this no medicine for pain The harm has much to give iv everything to gain
No one's sweet anymore people taste bitter **** unsatisfying Everyman for themselves ; my heart crying Where is love ; that honey flavored bliss i wish to find So that i forget about the blades which came behind
Sometimes i don't belong in my skin depression would have me aching while i held it within ; While wishing he had somebody somebody who could destroy this He let his sadness take over like how devils posses..
I really do belong in my skin love would have me cursing at the heavens above Many would **** their brother like abel and cain ; He'd show love to one another the sisters the sons and mothers Only way of escaping inescapable pain..
I wish i could belong in my skin body cold like heavy snow all-though he's warmer within ; While wishing he had somebody somebody who he could cuddle Somebody who'd help rebuttal devils talking to him; he gave up.
I heard the lord did nothing for a loser Why create me a shoddy willed drug abuser ; used to watch when small as the sun rise and fall Now i sit inside but cant escape the fiery ball crippled by depression My weapon is my mind so of-course it figures into it devils grind ; Their paws the people clapped their hands and show applause When another brother who mislabeled is in gauss quick to point the finger "Muslims are the enemy" "evil white oppressor" Aren't we all the same the only standing difference Is skin color and name..
I heard ; that dog eat dog was never the way As if people were at peace before on some later date planned on bringing wood to burn To reset that fire ; till i grew to know my brothers and became uninspired.. My heart is often shriveled anxiety derailing As if before i start i slip and fall already failing i heard that god was evil He basked in the light if you questioned his work you were cast in the night I would sit in the trees when the sun's feeling down As i spoke to the moon with my feet off the ground.
Used to scream when i got stabbed in the back when their weren't many blades to show i had been attacked Living for the future got me feeling ****** in the moment looking back it seems as though iv been my toughest opponent Love is often in my mind alike to swimming from sharks overjoyed if you make it But you'll most likely die as the current is vicious Where the predator thrives am i ***** for staying Where my strings aren't tied.. used to scream when i got stabbed in the back Now i use the knives they left me for revenge i exact ; a homie had once told me i should dig up two graves When im getting one back for the pain that they gave..