how do you maintain creativity and imagination,
when you’ve got the internet and your parent’s basement?
how can i be in my right mind and think that i’m gonna make it
can’t even talk to my friends without fuckin mumblin’ and shakin
can’t fucking take it, my soul is cracked like the earth is quakin,
my brain is breaking in pieces, no, nevermind, i just lost it
half of me is a monster, the other half is despondent
get me beyond this, God, we haven’t spoke in awhile
but if it’s true what they taught me, then I’m your fortunate child
I’m torching my vile thoughts, the evil is leaving me
I say that shit every night, even I stopped believing me
inner child is grieving me, must be dead to him now
I had my chance and I blew it, curtains close, take a bow
pow pow pow, the nine is pressed to my temple,
pull the trigger you pussy, your body’s only a rental
don’t look too closely, cause if you do you just might see the problem
you hate yourself and take it out on everybody around you
and maybe it’s because mama was too proud to ground you
and daddy was far away so he wasn’t around to
teach you how to be a man and own up to your shit
but the past is the past, and you’re a grown ass man
without a single fucking plan and your dick in your hand
you wanna hit a lick but haven’t worked a day in your life
you want to spit but half of your vocabulary’s “Alright”
that shit won’t fly with Nah Right, this selfish dream is not right,
there’s people bleeding, in need, their persevering their plight
and they’re not half as smart as you, they weren’t given your light
God gave me the green light, and I’m just chillin in park
I have the foresight to know, my chosen path will turn dark
is it too late to turn back, before my life fades to black
is it too little, too late, who will control my fate?