I'm glad I don't feel like this all the time anymore:
Acapella. As I've said before, moods like these make it hard to write. But I need an outlet. I can't bottle this shit in.
People don't realize my rhymes are a giant part of what keeps me alive
Makes me think twice before wanting a cops gun, grab that bitch for assisted suicide
I'm pissed everything in existence for me is always do or die
And there's no middle ground
Just constant ultimatums dropping me, dragging me, then bringing me down
Why did I keep digging this chasm that I now lay trapped in
I could've climbed out if it wasn't for the dragon on my back and
It's fiery whispers saying, "yo drugs will fix this"
Motherfucker I know I'd die first, ain't hardly no one who listens
I'm an addict, an asshole
I've already understood the substances lack substance, and provide no sustenance, go from feeling like Goliath to a tadpole
Some days I feel done with this, but selfish thoughts only hurt yourself and burn the love from it,
Your life and legacy, can't be dreams if your nightmares press in your head obscene
I wanna come clean, all I want is to be accepted, respected, not another soul for the collection, although the way this shit goes it's all but expected.














