[Verse 1: Fubar]
I've come to terms with it, I am not who I used to be
Looking in the mirror, I nod thinking "who is he?"
There were so many dropped opportunities
I could've been sitting at the top with impunity
Thinking of an overdosing father I revere
And asking why would he even bother to appear
Hoping for a prosperous career
Magician-like way I'm able to make a dollar disappear
Feeling like I'm chosen, this is what it's all about
It's impossible to calm the crowd
Ready to crucify with a wooden cross and crown
Yelling my name while I'm dragging it across the ground
I don't see a reason for religions
That teaches us that women are responsible for demons in existence
Many try and tell you that peace is the condition
When followers would throw even Jesus in a prison
[Verse 2: Fubar]
Hoping that my d**h will be the most beautiful
Locked in a room, envisioning my own funeral
Dangerous past, mother tried to control me
In the end my daughter brought the demise of the old me
Searching for the path that'll benefit the most
Listen to the sentences I wrote
Try and decipher the messages and code
Bars are depressing, but also intertwined with an element of hope
All I see is tragedy around me
When I'm dead wonder what my fam will say about me
Lately feels like I'm only happy when I count sheep
Might as well strap up, become a vigilante in these town's streets
Everything I wrote's dope for certain
I make tracks with people I don't know in person
Spit heat until my soul's slowly burning
Until god and the devil both close the curtains