Depression

My raps were never good enough so have shove it down your throat

it's what a wrote and it's the only way I cope in my life what fucking joke

I just wanna get choked in the water so I don't have to suffer and become a ghost

I'm tired and I feel like I suck at rap so I'm always stuck in scrap or not

death or not giving decision if I shoot with the Glock looking at the clock

trying to know if I want myself to die now say goodbye now while I'm tied

beside the depression from my reflection that I question if should commit suicide

there's nothing left for me my family would probably cry for me eventually

probably the country usually my rap is a legacy I guarantee the melody is my enemy

mentally I'm not even feeling good especially my body is heavy barely ever falling see

I want to cry my eyes out with knives and water but since the nights the rates are higher

the police would see my rotten corpse in utter horror gagging and dragging

as bodies started stacking and hanging everyone passing by me

makes me wonder why I live to see this planet die can't deny it happen eventually

it's ugly but that's how it is in the fucking family disgusting revolting must be fucking joking

I lived for 50 years and nothing has changed while I was smoking well damn

I guess this is the end of it time to get the rope and start tying while writing.