Sometimes I hate rapping by the end of day
Cause I don't know what I'm working for, the money or fame
These melancholy thoughts are gonna stay for awhile
This sad rapping's like a trend never gone out of style
F*ck what they said saying I never was able
When everybody's all against you call that real betrayal
Pricking my arm to check my vitals are stable
Got a new lesson learned that my decisions are fatal
Never was the type to sit back and complain
But know it gets f*cking tiring when there's no sign of change
There's no winning this fight it's just an ongoing battle
Bitch I've been locked inside my mind f*ck a chain and a shackle
Written too much I got no words left to spit
The creative well's in a drought got no drop left to drip
I know the feeling of a cut ain't afraid of the razors
I just worry running out of more tomorrows or laters
Swear it gets worse by the change of the season
Cause I've been trying to get up out of bed and try and act decent
One too many times I got a hole in my chest
F*ck a problem give me sempiternal darkness and rest
I can promise I remember all the people who listened
And all the people who were there with me right from the beginning
And imma do this to the end so I ain't wasting a minute
No I won't stop spitting till the last word that I finish
The light has no place in here
There's nothing left to fear
And I won't show my pride
From all the things that hide