[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