life, feeling constantly kicked and knifed an the knife's is being twisted with,
my emotions, deeper it's pushed the harder it is to cope an,
depression am being soaked with like I have been chosen,
to be constantly hit with shit in my life metaphorically speaking,
so am not quick witted but am quick when it comes too feeling beating,
shits not deceiving me a know how bad things are at the moment,
feel like a been carved, scarred and it's opened, a coldened,
place inside my mind where it's hard to find a way out this crap place,
so a can't unwind even if a smoke this weed am trapped, encased
in my own depressing state where I constantly feel vexed cause I hate,
waiting for the day that come's next an having to awake,
to not mo money mo problems but too facing mo shiiiiiiiit,
when will things look up no mo waste, recycled in my fate,
death gotta be easy cause life is hard, so Michael ain't,
looking down wishing he was still here, not whining because,
our contract to god is facing this bitching while dieing is a clause,
out of this hell hole, no mo selling your soul, you know
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