So I'm looking into the mirror, it's clearer that this isn't me,
I wished to be a sick MC, staying strong and ripping beats,
Re-do's, now I wish to have a million see, I've had an epiphany,
Since when was I this villain teen, no more taking shit you'll see,
Attitude...Looking back I'd rip my lyric sheets to a million pieces,
I've always had to shout and now I realize no one's listening,
Fuck is wrong with you, Solace b? Honestly here's my honesty,
Since when did I care so much 'bout what people thought of me?
Obviously this question I have been pondering a lot you see,
Jealousy and hatred, heh look how far this shit's gotten me,
All these losses jeez, now I understand all this animosity,
Stress I'm fighting, I can't even get a fucking girl to talk to me,
"Fuck you, look at your fucking life," I hear myself mocking me,
I'm a slacking ass, failure who just came back from class,
My mother yelling at me, because I'm barely passing math,
Intelligence? What is that? I'm a retard yeah, that's a fact,
I'm still wearing my same clothes...Fuck being back in black,
"Omar, you ain't thinking rightly, you ain't even finished writing!
Make me an album cover bro!" Yo all you bitches bite me,
Life upside down, tipsy turvy really seems to get me nervy,
Shit it's hurting, headaches from the sounds of bullets bursting,
This madness, sadness, it's seems for depression, I'm an addict,
Hit the pillow, how far I will go to see my father with a fat lip,
To me it's no biggie, that I grew up a fucking screw up,
That's what I tell myself, "Least you got the people you love."
I put a lot of effort in this. Especially coming out of writers block, this was hard to get out. I would really appreciate feedback. Thank you, in advance.