People complain every day
     Evil how they portray
Actin' like it's doomsday
     Playin' papier-mache
Nothing on the resume,
     Kickin' back with the jay
On they friend's birthday
     Flourished like a bouquet

Never seen the real struggle
     Never had to fuckin smuggle
Never had to fuckin hustle
     Do you have a rebuttal?
Actin' like life a fuckin struggle
     But never got into trouble
Speakin' only with your muscles
     While I'm buried with my own shovel

Praying to God with your crucifix
     Lookin' like a lunatic
Revolutionist carving triple six
     On the bricks with two chopsticks
Can't get enough of it
     Lookin' for that quick fix

Designed with murder on my mind
     Ill thoughts ain't aligned
Defined as the unkind
     Not willing to escape the bind
Heinous has me confined
     Tie the rope, time to resign
nothing to leave behind

Last 1

I feel like I've reached my furthest
All these feelings got me nervous
Anxiety damn past the surface
One intervention, cloudy, crowded circus
all I heard was 
"You concern us."
"Find your purpose."
but all I feel is worthless

Drowning sorrow in the purple juice
Dying slow I feel reduced
Looking for just one excuse 
Not to tie this fucking noose
Too late, wish we could've had a truce
Kicked the chair below my boots
Sorry, this tree is now in use
Time to shake my hands with mighty mighty Zeus

Gotta keep these pills in me, all because of my depression
Gotta keep these pills in me, all because of my aggression
Underground rap session with no facial expression
Scripts in possession pursue economics profession

Born into life, I feel betrayed
Searching for my wrist with the blade
Both wrists dismayed
Color visuals begin to fade
While momma very very afraid
Praying that I stayed
Wishing she wasn't betrayed
Shattered like a hand grenade

Beside my head lays steel
Cock it back one automobile
Driving with no steering wheel
It's time for my greatest reveal
I wanna to watch you do it
Pop the bullet, fucking pull it 
Make sure damage does the fullest
Hell welcomes their new tourist

Gotta keep these pills in me, all because of my depression
Gotta keep these pills in me, all because of my aggression
Underground rap session with no facial expression
Scripts in possession pursue economics profession

Cry Later

Where have we all gone?
What do we all dwell on?
Answers way too difficult to be fucking drawn
Just another damn thing to keep an eye on
American mastodon portrayed as a prawn
Government in the back cheering with their pompons
Talking shit behind our backs like a beauty salon
Watching us struggle with something to depend on
What a god damn phenomenon 

Depression is real
Anxiety is real
Dissociative disorders are real
Tangible as crucible steel
90 on the highway no hands on the steering wheel
Are we ideal? No, where's the god damn appeal?
"I'm okay" seems to be our only reveal
Only we know the dark shit we have to conceal
Only we know the dark shit we have to feel

Am I good person? 
Tell me where have I gone wrong?
I've done everything I've been asked
Have I even made any impact?
Done nothing wrong but sure feel attacked
Doing every damn thing I can to feel intact
But always feels like there's something I lacked
In fact, I'm cracked at the bottom of the flask

Am I a Good Person?

No good for my health
Not good to myself
I am no use to anyone
Rip my eyes throw them down 'cause once they hit the ground there's no seeing you now
Now I can only trust my reaction
Gotta learn to walk without ending up in traffic
Lights off just staring at the wall
Cut to me lights on just nobody home

I'm shaking, I'm panicking 
Seconds I'll never get back 
'Cause I threw them away like some evidence
Ready for reckoning smoking no questioning
Juice in the mason make calls like I'm checking in
Look in the burial, see the resemblance
Between myself and the ones who I've ended
Hope it's to me that they pay no attention
Shoo 'em away to my dungeon I vanish

Deadboy I could never ever stop no
Yelling underground but you making pop songs
I could lie and say you got something going on
But since day one bitch you got it all wrong
Always living in contrast and trying to compare
Wish they could feel okay in the skin they wear

Stomp you in some shoes I ain't drop yet
Eyes drop to the floor I'm a hot mess
I scream into the night like stop this
Every time I do some shit I'm like let's drop this

Juvenyle

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