I feel so defeated

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@ollemello
I feel so defeated
Happiness dispenser
You see he's waking up every morning Crack a dawn , yawning , hear the door hinge, somebody knocking coming round to score from him , making paper yeah its great but see paper ain't shit when your missing the aim of the game , and the aim of this game he can't see him making it to , cos honestly lately mate he's been taken a back from himself , this new feeling of uncertainty that he can't seem to calm ,see the harm inflicted on his own self ,with his own palms , does he want your pity , nope nah , he just wanting you to feel the way he does when he's hitting his bar ,splitting his mark, hitting the darche and he be ,bending over backwards to keep the supply on coming , but now somethings started moving in his mind ,his movement making news , and the smokes bringing the swine , climb tree tops , cross oceans , to keep on his grind , look in his eyes ,see the way that they shine chasing his own shit so the only question he asking is why , why it gotta be like this , why he gotta be this kid what ever happened to the wonder he would ponder, go from selling green to selling dreams and he like that option , still continually knocking , made 5 hunnid by ten a clock damn , this people still fiending , he's greedy so he's got the top hand He just pondering on what he thinks is right He thinking bout he's wasted days and nights He can't stop questioning is this all that's left for his life To be a dispenser of happiness And to him that's fine But there's a voice that's only been present of late see Asking him , if he thinks he got what it takes and he Knows Noone better, known for being fed up Bred up to be a happiness dispenser They talking to much All he wanting is silence Reasons are private in his mind he's hiding Grinding , feelings never subsiding Cos he's high on a pride Bet you'll never take him alive Take a stake and a knife He said to you to bring your beef wasn't that right Isn't that nice , reality is he treating em better But they leaving him outside and he's freezing In this weather , fed up , with how he was bred huh , he's friends can't begin to grasp his mentality , so many technicalitys thinking it be simple your wrong have a Crack at this travesty , your majesty , is all he ever dreams of em saying laying his head down at night confused starts praying say god I'm so low and now , I got no one I'm alone how , can you leave me to be this way , and he pleads and he pleads , for him to seal his fate , takes the blade , commits one of his best mistakes . He just pondering on what he thinks is right He thinking bout he's wasted days and nights He can't stop questioning is this all that's left for his life To be a dispenser of happiness And to him that's fine But there's a voice that's only been present of late see Asking him , if he thinks he got what it takes and he Knows Noone better known for being fed up Bred up to be a happiness dispenser Awoke the next day see the mark on his wrists Ask himself why , I know I'm better than this I'm the dispenser of happiness He showing em ways , showing them thangs , showing em notice so they notice these thangs , knowing nothing but change he functions , but functionality to him it's fucked these days , he's feeling nothing but rage , bud takes this away , but unfortunatelay , he's running and running slamming into brick walls in this concrete jungle a troublesome Maze , feeling like people are using him like they be using , he's used to It , but he's sick of it , shit getting confusing , he proves it to himself , cos when they got Noone , they wanting Noone else , and so he sits apon his lonely shelf , with thoughts that he knowsll help , holding hell and high water for ransom , he's sick of standing there while, everyone takes him for granted he's managed, to break he's chains before so now he's grasping at these shackles , crush them with his bare hands , the cards that he's been dealt Been dealt from the Devils deck Itself , but see sinning his only way to stay down , but how can he stay down , when he's addicted to the pay route let's let it play out , and on the way I'll , tell you what finally happened , so you heard the story thanks for boarding , this has been mello your captain
"I had a thought , that when I move out of my mums , I'm gonna lose my bong room , but than I thought ? EVERY ROOM CAN BE THE BONG ROOM "
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I define this as the point we're you stop stepping back . And begin running in .