DameI thought I was a shameRight about now I feel as if everything is going to hell
I got nothing but worries
Even in my house I feel as if I'm stuck in a jail cell
Pain isn't beauty, no not in this case
I feel locked up abroad
There's no warmth in my embrace.
Wish for the night so I can go to bed already
Even with weed I feel dead inside
Empty like a prison with walls that confine.
Scratching and tearing at my pale skin
Leaving marks that scar down deep within
I must overcome an obstacle if I try
But with a failure I turn, run and hide.
Like a puppy with its tail in between it's legs
I try to say sorry for all the Hurt I create
Take with me a grain of salt
Put it on the wound
Because this life is all my fault
till the rhymes you write is the same
but except
out in front iam the man
selling drugs out my spot just to make bail
even though Im sitting in this bitch just like a cell
o well Im living swell
fucking with me its hell/when you people fail
but nowadays yall people dont care
yal rather just give up/and just sit right their