Notes

how is this dude not in a mental institution, he's going insane man listen to him, he can only speak in rhyme, and can barely hold a conversation, he says it's compensation for all the wasted time he could have spent rapping, but instead he decided to do a bunch of drugs and go flying, but all that did was leave him in the same place he was in last year when he was crying, over losing his grandmother, all he wants is for her to be proud of him, but hows she supposed to be, when all he does is sit on his ass and smoke trees, when he's supposed to be chasing his dream, he aint even trying to make progress believe you me, why does he act this way, when he knows this road doesn't end happily, maybe he's just used to being unhappy, he has been for years, just tell me this, are you chasing the high or running from the tears, that's a rhetorical, I already know what the answer is, I just cant say it out loud, because then it becomes real, and im too afraid to face fears, tell me this, is there a heaven for us hiphop heathens? the lost souls with nothing to believe in, the ones who stay up late at night cause insomnias heading, called god and was asked to leave a message, so this is what I sent him, im spilling my soul just to get you to listen, cause all I ever really needed was an ear to confide in, im tired of being... im tired of being... fuck it im just tired if being, sometimes I just wanna get a knife, slit my wrists and fade from existence, feel my body release as my soul leaves the planet, on to better things, who knows what, but its gotta be better than this shit, wouldn't have to be much to be better than this shit, everyone has those feelings but not everyone bounces back from it, lets see if I make it, lets see if I make it, I wanna be able to search myself up on google, I wanna be a mogul, I wanna be considered the greatest who ever mumbled, out a verse or a line, it should be a crime, to be this talented in my prime, but the real crime, would be my music not being heard by all of mankind,