23:21 and my writings begun
For what I think's about an hour and my heads going numb
No words even given to me by my conscious
Yet he never sided to be who he was
f**
Started to lie down in lust
Knocked off track by a pack of b**hes
But they knew they were the triggers
Of a n***a figure
Probably drown himself in liquor
But he got himself in trouble uhh
But I ain't a model rolling tryna be a sell-out
Yeah, the sh** that comes out of my mouth
Wouldn't Probably even save your stupid a**
The recent sh** you just said, man defeats the past
Anti-social
Anxiety and emotion
Priority be a potion
So far that's been set in motion
To figure out where it's going
Lotta weight that I be towing
sh**, How deep do I keep mowing
Can't even face my own sh**
I'd rather deal with it in my own pit
Never wanted help
I need my own ship
“Anzio keep in going Man you can own sh**”
f** yall, yall wanna see me fall yall can't help at all
Fake n***a keep me in the dark
But what can I say
These n***as the ones who live life placid
Just like plastic
6 Hours left till my daily break
Active minds are what seem to be fake if I told you bout it
I'm sure you wouldn't relate
At least you're not deep enough to ensure your due date
Just relax I'm not that insane
But you would've jumped to the next track but in fact you haven't
So let me tell you what we have in common
And just so you don't have a problem
It exist…
sh**...
I don't even bother
And the next baby momma just tryna earn her next scholar some pay
And even so you don't earn any money so what's wrong with the baby daddy driving coupes can you relate uh
And if I told you that he wouldn't be able to afford his next fix
That's a story for another day
About the power and the glory that's what he say
And they keep telling me about that anyway
I wasn't able to sleep for the past couple months
So I drowned in the mud
And my mind in the lust
Who can I even trust
What?
Family
Man c'mon that wouldn't even come in handy
So it wouldn't even matter if it make em happy
And I shouldn't even go and try to make a landing
Right?
Now tell me one of two things
If I die would it really mean sh**
And if I try to jump would they even sing a hymn
SO TECHNICALLY THEY WOULDN'T EVEN GIVE ONE sh*t
But the many of us, just tolerate
Keep it in a shell, then kinda hate
Trouble with that is
When you wanna hit the walls back too bad hoping you relate
Seems to me there's a burden I see, it's me
I'm outta this, people see the real me
So ima keep cool, and see the bright lights to white right and the end of the seen you know
But depression is keen you know