Chorus-
Gone off the deep end this time.
Left my sorrow in a bottle.
I can't pretend it's fine.
Maybe it's better tomorrow.

Verse 1-
I dreaded every second I set a single step in
the elementary educational system for every
lesson I forget and each weapon I'd been threatened with.
For every mathematics test I didn't pass cause
I was irrationally ditching class. After the last
bell, half of these cats didn't scrap at a grass patch.
They'd attack in a pack then bash my ass into the asphalt
walking back to my dad's if you said I was talking smack.
Either that or grab something stashed in a back pack.
Hey, I was fast enough to dash before you can say, "Stabbed,
toe tagged, and wrapped in a black plastic trash bag."
I've had a rough struggle through enough trouble
never to become another one of these mother fucking,
uppity, bubbly, happy go lucky, sons of bitches.
I've seen everything from phetamines to pregnant teens
without a wedding ring there's gotta be better things.

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Verse 2-
There was no one else to give it help. Most of what I've dealt
with in this shell I'm living in has been self inflicted hell
that would make you curl up in a ball. Trouble I saw
was luck of the draw, but I'd prefer it to nothing at all.
So, this burning internal rage is turning my journal pages
into eternal inferno blaze when I ain’t working to earn a wage.
That's why I can't stand when a man whines and cries
about a nine to five. Quit buying the lies that blind your eyes
and enjoy your time alive. I'm surprised I made it to high school.
I've caught an eye full from rival clicks fights to knives pulled.
Life's cruel, beyond my control. Hiding coals burning
inside this soul is like turning a shirt inside out to hide the holes.
but you could easily be deceased in a heart beat before it decreases
speed and you start breathing weak then completely freeze.

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Verse 3-
It's not the end of the world. Just a grain of sand
under a wings length of span that covers the reign of man.
Every plane must land or crash and burn. We'll have to learn
the change of plans when they take a nasty turn.
Then what's the good in higher material salary
when cash we earn couldn't buy your spirituality.
Anything in between my inner being and the bigger scheme
only intervenes. Hindering an interlink.
Blame boredom for losing passion.
Sorting it through the ash. I'm exploring for some enthusiasm
I carry characteristics inherited from anyone that I've met
better than me at their specialty whatever it be.
I'm not a battle emcee. This actually happen to be
shit that adamantly happen to me with accuracy.
Wish I could say that I was able to just make this shit up,
for sake of it, but I ain’t creative enough

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