peekaboo_freestyle.mp3

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I don't got nothing to believe in
All my thoughts just hit the ceiling
I've been waiting for the weekend
It's never worth it, to be even
I don't have no rhyme or reason
They say it's just because the season
I don't know, but I just see it
Being, be it, it’s depression
But I don’t like to address it
Got a girlfriend, I ain’t worth it
Cus my life is way too hectic
And composes of me laying in bed with a speaker to my neck and
These feelings ain’t respected
Say you’re so bored, do something instead then
But I can’t seem to get up
Sometimes I can’t be objected
Every feeling is respective, but I wanna be out
Too bad we’re too poor, indoors gives us our protection
All my feelings been neglected
Wish I had a target for it
But I know it’s just myself and
My rejected adolescence
Wish I had stable father
And I was out of obsolescence 
Wish I wasn’t thinking of the ending
This shits so damn depressing..

I can’t tell if it’s extreme fatigue or something else
Why I keep sleeping through this loud fucking hell
What the hell is “health”
I’ve been known to starve myself
I’m still rotting away in this stupid fucking cell
While the pigeons come to peck away to keep me unwell 
I heard the sky is blue
Shit, maybe it’s raining
I think it’s really cold
And we’re all moving places
I forgot what you called me
I forgot was my name is
A voice keeps pulling me
“Rise up to the occasion,
Don’t ever slip away when
The memories come fading
One day you’ll be a man but
You’re troubled, Kid Aidan
We’ve got our own problems
So don’t expect reparations
And just because you’re a victim
Doesn’t mean we’re going to praise it
You’ve got attention issues, and it’s clear you don’t really name it
I’m surprised we’re only kids
When I look at our changes 
Because that friend group is dead
And we’re the last ones remaining 
And we’re moving on in life
And our memories waning
I think it’s time to pull back
Because this shit looks painless
And the splatter on the wall
Coming from the stainless
Is gonna be a lot more than 
My ego remaining
We’ve gone our ways and..”


I’m afraid of growing up and losing grasp of time 
But I’ll be fine
Everybody lives inside
Everybody wants to rhyme
Everybody comes to die
Everybody thinks of – 
Something, I just wanna fly
And if I’m cooped up another day I might just lose my fucking mind
I wake up, go to school, go to sleep and then rewind
They prepare you to lose hope
They prepare for real life
I had dreams, but they died
I can’t rap, I just died
But that’ll get better sales than if I was alive
Truthfully I wish that I could still fly kites
I wish we could ride bikes
But you’re still on your phone in your room
Try to make sense of it, but it slips too soon 
Gone to soon, like my childhood town
When the hurricane hit, and wiped it all the fuck down
And now I’m looking at Wheeler Park, just trying to make some sense of it
How could the storm wipe you out, how could it be so insensitive
Fuck you Helene, I hope you go with the rest of it


Hopefully tomorrow is better and it’s just a daily slump
But sometimes I feel really off for about a whole month
And sometimes that develops into phases of some stuff
Actions I regret, days that I overspent just not to feel numb
Sometimes, always, all the time I overslept, I feel so dumb 
And I say I’m a rapper.. haven’t made a song in years, I think I’m so done
Everyone who wants a feature has been ghosting me like monks
I guess it’s lucky me, I’m not the one doing the ghosting for once 
We be way too fucking young, heard my friend was doing drugs
Had me sitting down realizing the damage has been done 
And if I die by the hands of a gun—
gunshot noises
Probably from your friend who hates me with his guts
Luckily I’ll die with wings instead of none
Because all dead kids go to heaven..
I think

kid aidan

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