[Verse 1:Dm3]
All my life ive been deprived
Wondering if i should have even strived
Thinkin everything i lived was a lie
Sometimes i sit alone and cry wishin i would die
Hopin to be a better guy askin why why should i do this
Should i give up now?
If i disappear how?
Will my mind allow?
Wishin i could let my anger out
Thats what this rhymes about
If you dont like it you can turn this sh**
But ill like to admit i come from a broken home
When i get home i decide to let my thoughts roam
Wanting to be left alone
Can anyone relate?
That all they get is hate
Wishin they could deflate
I had this one b**h say she wants my dreams to crash down on me
Well im sorry im not a failure like you want me to be
People often say i won't make it in life
But when i get the chance ill take it
Ha got people calling me wack
Sayin im trying to be black
Telling me how to write my raps
But perhaps all they wanna do is see me collapse
But a message to them imma elapse them and run laps around them
Like there ain't nothin to it
[Verse 2: Dm3]
I remember when i was depressed always stressed never got a rest
I was on d** had contact with different plugs
Am i proud? hell no just know i was on c**aine and weed but i never put a needle in a vein
I didn't write this to complain or to spit off the brain
Im telling you how i was because you need to know who your listening to
Yeah
You can call me a psychopath you can even laugh
But thats not changing who i am
This is my jam not yours im tuning you haters out
Without a doubt i know you will keep trying to bring me down
Truth is i dont care make me look like a clown cause im white
It doesnt take a certain race to write a good song
Or a sense of right and wrong i guess these days that dont matter at all
When i stumble down and fall imma get back up still standing tall