all this shit working, but what happiness gettin a whore would do,
but am just a fool, who lack's in the confidence apartmen-t,
but it's all cool, dude hide it an get on with this art then,
just keep going, even if a look starved and worn out,
I've been like this since a was carved and born out,
the mother's womb,but man sick off other's who assume that am high,
cause my mind wonder's the room but fact I'm,
just daydreamin, bitch shut ya baby up a hate screamin,
bad tempered on a bad day it's like a release a demoned,
deceased of the good, meaning their's no peace see in,
my mind's thought's like a 'pyscho' it's my slim shady side,
so where's ya other 50 cent's ah he's dim maybe hide-ing,
the good's gone cause am pissed off feeling rough,
feeling done-in, mind got no lift off needing luck,
but this is me now so trust me, a don't lust this see,
feeling held up by the throat but eh it's just me,
or is it.........blood their something a missed shit,
all on my hands is this a dumb dream or something twisted,
