Im just so fucking depressed I just cant seem to get out this slump If i could just get over this hump But i need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises took my lumps Fell down and i got right back up But i need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I dont know how o why o when I ended up this position im in Im started to feel dissin again So i decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent But i just cant admit Or come to grips the fact that i may be done with rap I need a new outlet And i know some shits so hard to swallow But i...
I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something tu don't know.
It sits in silence, eats away at me. It feeds like cancer. This guilt could fill a fucking sea. Pulling teeth, lobos at my door. Now falling and failing is all I know.
This disease is getting worse. I counted my blessings, now I'll count this curse. The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret. Yeah! The only thing I really know: I can't sleep at night. I'm buried and breathing in regret.