I'm followed by demons,
That tryna stop my breathing,
I'm feigning for a desire,
So f it I have no meanin,
They wanna stop my breathing,
I'm already dead inside,
I'm a feline,
Contain bout 9 lives,
Died bout 8,
Can no longer think straight,
They wanna see me in a grave,
Well I'll lie there for ya,
Calling for some truencey,
But get no answer,
It's only lines that live,
And I envy all the people,
That got a group of friends,
I envy all the negros,
That actually made it in,
Do you know how it is,
To not fit with your race,
Or any other to begin,
My girlfriend,
Still friends with her past,
So I get a questions spurred,
Like is this really gonna last,
I'm killed by Silence,
Driven off this map,
I'm constantly discriminated,
Weirdo that's young and black,
With no source of defense,
Expect write it from the chest,
God why did you make me?
All I know is rap,
And I could hardly do that,
I wanna find my reason,
But my mood changes,
4 times in every season,
And I'm sick,
Mentally I'm dyin,
Abanded in this war,
They never saved private Ryan,
Everyday I'm fightin,
Away from the urge,
To runaway,
Slice a vein,
And fly away with a birds,
I don't know if I'd accend,
I'm playing with reality?
I want this thing to end!
Because I never had a life inside of me,
So whatever just hit fin