two more

[tjb]

moments have turned monotonous, every seconds the same
ive been spun in so many directions that ill never enter the game

an my perpectives depressing, i should probably be ashamed
but im so sick of bein, messed with, shit on, and always played

so what am i sposed to do, what do you want me to say?
i cant even fucking rap, so how the fuck do i make a name?

i take a flame to my lyrics out of pure frustration
writers blocks knocks me into a strange impatience

makes me go insane, im diagnosed as racy
gave me a bottle of pills, to help distill the crazy

but even as i go an spill them down my throat, daily
it dosent make a difference, cuz ill get addicted, quick to think there tasty

now ive got a new problem, one of the many im laced with
now its not that i cant write, its a new dependence

lost every member of my family to too much tension
two more problems, that have got me bendin