DatGhostDough - Addict lyrics

I rap and I hit the ceiling Get a feeling Like I'm stealing Identities if the competition Don't think its just superstition Broken wings Fix em is the mission So everyday I'm writin' Making nuclear fission Sick of the treason It's clearly the season People hurt for no reason Helpless people Don't know who to believe in Real men fightin' for family And until they get justice they ain't leavin' To the selfish Thanks for nothin' All the oppression you gave me Helped me come from something Say what you wanna say Stop makin' a**umptions Love ain't love i you ain't feelin' And if you ain't feelin' it means your numb If your numb hit ya head on the ceiling to see if ya feel it But that would be dumb So now the answer is clear to me You hearin' me? I'm just as confused as you are So stop fearin' me Suppose you Were forced to commit crime But people expose you They oppose you Accuse you of doin' things you ain't supposed to It's confidence you're not even close to And now you're hiding from anyone that knows you It seems every things outta reach Outta sight I don't mean to preach But we're outta light Broken feet No energy to fight And until you overcome fears You will always miss your flight Broken wings Seat belts tight The wind whips and you crash Into a place of night Lookin' out the window What am I doin' Slowin' down a little I'm not super human Not matter were I'm goin' or sittin' Still no way of showin' That even the happiest people have problems within' They say the days is yours But what if you share it Sometimes when we see the light of day We can't even bear it I have a problem here and there And your right i'll wear it When people cry for help Its usually only a scream When I wake up Things are never as they seem Walkin' around with this watch around my wrist This things must not tell time Because there's still things I missed People tryin' to give hands But all I see is fists I wish I could just stand up and start to spit But people keep catching me at the wrong time When ever I feel like this is it Back in second grade I accidentally gave a boy stitches I still remember his name When I remember I get the itches I accidentally threw him into a table Played him like Atari If I seen him today You bet I would say sorry As I'm writing I notice its polluted But I would like to give thanks To the lives we saluted There's a story Of one who fell short But his presence known And built a metaphoric fort That's my story And its full of pages Of wanting to go on tour And fill up some stages You see I write dreams So they don't end up in cages