[Produced by Cole Thorpe]
[Verse]
I see the bottom of the pit, hole is deeper than the pitch
Love the homies, f** a b**h, life gon end up in a ditch
Just like the pa**ion, drink the mercury from gla**es
Horror story from the madness, separate me from the ma**es
But f** it, i'm a ba*tard, since my poppa was an addict
I'm skipping cla**es, kinda suicidal in the attic
I dont really think that saving grace is the rap sh**
I'm contemplating raptures, while i'm laying on my mattress
Like what i'm suppose to do when i graduate
Bumpin college dropout, maybe i should drive my brains
Or drive insane, jumpin over pearly gates
Looking for my maker, i know he just a faker
Yall catch me later, on the road to be a better man
Never fuse my hands together, waiting for the helping hand
Can't be the righteous and the selfish man
So i sew my lips together, for all the silenced lambs