 Eh yo, welcome to my world, please listen
Hey!
(Chorus)
Poison in my veins, inside I'm tortured in my brains
And still I try-
Voices in my head, am I alive or am I dead?
Alone I cry-
Consider, configure the shit that I'm in
And the pain, I'm literally going insane
I'm frightened, my heart and my head and I've been fighting
I'm certain it's hurting the rest of my body
Them voices are loud as Manhattan come from chatting
They say, Anderson let us
And they know you better than all these
Replicates screaming they represent
Come on man, come on
And the people inside me saying they wanna see me go tragically
And it's evil, ‘cause I'm only twenty-something
Working for some crumbs or some bread or nothing
(Chorus)
The harder the struggle, the deeper the trouble
Come out of the bubble, I'll teach you to cuddle
With demons inside me, what demon is not me
These demons inside me, they got me, they stop me from feeding
And eatin’ and keepin’ it even
And even my reason for breathin’ this season
Sleep in a danger, my nose when I'm readin’
It's bleedin’ on paper, it's bleedin’ on paper
And I'm tired of this violence, so tortured inside
And awkward, I'm overtly open inside
Have I already died?
Has mom already cried?
And why do I feel like I'm over this life
I'm not hateful, I'm grateful
My girlfriend is tasteful
I'm living it up, and I might even blow
Like a leak in a truck with a torch and a clutch
And explosion that leaves the corpses in the dust
And the people inside me saying they wanna see me go tragically
And it's evil, ‘cause I'm only twenty-something
Working for some crumbs or some bread or nothing
(Chorus)
I'm still awake, and its quarter to six
I'm trying to write and I ain't thought of no shit
I live with guilt like I slaughtered the sick
I live with shame like my daughter’s a bitch
I don't make living, but I still persist
I could sell out, but I still resist
So don't tell me about no pain and shit
I was born and raised in poverty bitch
And I smile all the while and don't complain
I'm something like Jill Scott heroine
Do you know what it feels like to lose a friend
Again and again and again, again?
The bitterness in the killer, the poet
The river of blood within the mess flowin’
I'm the bitterness in the killer, the poet
The river, the blood will keep on flowin’
And the people inside me saying they wanna see me go tragically
And it's evil, ‘cause I'm only twenty-something
Working for some crumbs or some bread or nothing
(Chorus x 2)
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