sup mate, uck fay, right now i'ma update
fuck great, dubbed tape, like an ideal sub-state
i feel like throwing this crap and yell to you
and i'm showing this rap to tell something new
wait, at this rate, i'ma be dead, enough said
blades, i got traits, suicidal thoughts, rough day
fuck daylight, wonder what's my pay like
i gotta say bright, rhymes gotta stay tight
gave me hell, bruises swell, i need words of comfort
verbally i can't spell, you hurt and your words curt
now i'ma curl myself up in a ball and cry
i want the world to myself, would you call me tonight
you're the forth stanza to every poem i write
you're the bonanzas and you know'em they blight
they erase themselves when you gone outside
i need to embrace myself, till then dear swan, with pride