my Nerves are Shot I Hurt a Lot at First I Thought I Deserved ta Talk
Merc a Drop record the Verse n Stop I've never Heard of Clocks
so before my Time Comes I'm gonna Grind Son untill my Heart Quits
I feel like a Discarded Artist that was never here to Start Shit
however the demons have Found Me they want to claim my Bounty
cuz I speak Profoundly trying to Count These pains Down Deep
my Chest Aches my Breath Tastes Death Laced I mean that in the Best Way
untill my Stress Fades I'll be a Head Case hoping you find my music and Press Play
I Jones for a Mic tho I'm Alone when I Write cuz this is the Home that I Like
you can get Stoned for a Price but if you want beef you'll get Owned in the fight