Where do i begin
I'm stressing from the feelings festering with in
See me struggling, the guy with baggage dragged along with him
Can't seem to drop it off, doesn't matter where I've been
It follows after me, i sound like I'm on repeat
Life goes in cycles, run in circles like a track athlete
Even when I'm in the lead, I'm braced for defeat
It comes naturally, but actually, I'm trying to be
Up beat like this drum beat behind me
Getting there gradually, dealing with insanity
Mothers d**h untimely but now hopefully
I'm not walking blindly so no one can find me
But sometimes i want to f** it all
Take some paracetamol
Mix it with some alcohol, down it all
But somehow I'm holding on
Though I'm slowly falling off
On the edge about to fall
So numb, won't feel the ground at all
How can i care, there trouble everywhere
Yet i still despair, hate life is so unfair
Want to help, but can't compare to these billionaires
Yet i aware i don't know enough to interfere
So i just feel useless
Guess I'm just toothless
Need to be ruthless
But i just feel stupid
Cause everything i do, I'm not good enough
Not good anything, not the things that i want
Apart from my artistry
Yea thats part of me
People can seem to see
Past what they perceive
And i don't seem to be
At the place i need to be
How can you achieve
When you don't believe?
But let me pick my paintbrush up a paint a pretty portrait
But making art so beautiful ain't really my forte
But i can tell you all about what happens everyday
Guess honestys the one thing i have to display
But the lies I'm surrounded, leaving me dumfounded
And I'm trying to reach the top whilst I'm staying grounded
Yea it takes it tole but by my words I'm bounded
Until the alcohol starts getting downed and
I'm going in, frozen
Never been the one chosen
So close to overdosing
But why be sober hoping
Time to rub my nose in
And smell the roses
Rhymes used to cope with
Toes hurt from walking
This same path
Feeling the same wrath, sometimes i hold back
I need to fight that, get on the right track
Stop the cycle, like I'm a bike rack
So when i do a mic grab, its like a jump in a ice bath
Wake myself up like a sugar rush
I am good enough
I'm happy with what I've got
Show I'm not ungrateful
Cause I'm sounding hate filled
Suicide rhymes distasteful
Cause suicide is wasteful
Finally seeing what i want to be
Gaining the belief i need achieve
All the things i have picturing in my dreams
Now when i look up at the sky i can see
That the stars are aligning, I'm finding my mind is providing the rhyme schemes for me sublimely
Reminding inside me something Is hiding
Which wants to come out, no more time residing
Still trying to figure out my identity
Find it accidentally, as the fight continues mentally
Tryna defeat demons i cannot see
Seems to be me who my greatest enemy