Instrumental produced by Sinima Beats. My first rap and recorded the tracks on one take. Sort of spontaneous, but hope you like it! 

Chorus:They tell me my condition is incurable/ They tell me that I need to take these drugs to numb the pain/ Its days like this, I just wish I could rewrite me history/ But I must live with my mistakes/

Verse 1:
Am I dope? Am I sick? Am I ill?/
Cough every time i spit/
Do i go for the kill or the opposite/
I've been off that weed, they ask me what is my reason/
Since we talking about weed, lets just call it treason (tree son)/
And i respond and say/ to get out of this haze/
And into the proceeding phase of this next stage/

Suddenly I have an urge to see/
Suddenly i have this need to be free/ 
Suddenly when being high means having clipped wings/ 
Artificially FLY with these ripped limbs/ 
I'm cutting myself from trees/
Waking myself from dreams/
Illusions constantly clawing at my reality/
Morally conflicting me/ Slowly afflicting deeds/
Conclusions of truth clashing my philosophies/
Don't know what to do, honestly/ but the voices keep telling me, repeatingly/

Verse 2:
I became the Boy and the Giving tree/ 
Constantly giving until nothing left of me/ 
Until I'm catch myself drowning in this open sea/ 
Struggling with breathing/ missing the meaning/ 
Fake identity/I'm a tree stump/
So dumb/ Too bummed/ Too numbed/
Wasted entity/A waste of energy/ 
Releasing the best of me/ I'm in a catastrophe/ 
I feel my rotten roots absorbing acidic foods/ 
Changing the characteristics of my intended use/
But in times like these/ what should a dude do/pushing through to pursue/ 
Feeling like a wise fool/ straight out of high school/ 
Making me unhealthy/ mentally unable/ 
Life mutating into something/ unstable/ 
Un familiar/ unknown and peculiar/ 
Put my cards on the table/ 

Verse 3:
So close yet so strange/ Love from my lungs/ Yet poison in my veins/
Permanent stains soaked in deep/ attempts to rub it off in the bathroom sink/
But no matter how much i clean, i continue to stink/ 
A stench with no smell/
Until it sneaks and creeps and sinks it teeth in deep/ 
Rotten fruit that i reap/ Seeds were sown in defeat/ 
Falling on my broken up knees/ 
Persistently swept off my bleeding feet/
Gee, life is not for the weak. so we go for on the weekends/
We live in the past to the present tense/ Aim to play pretend/
But the future still contend/ surviving the times in the end/

Days Like This

A quick song I made a while ago while messing around. Its about taking showers. 

Baby Shin