Connecticut

I'M IN THE DEPTHS OF DEPRESSION NOT PROUD TO ADMIT IT/

my mind hasn an addiction to pain arguments it keeps me in it/

in this zone your entering a zone with yellow caution tape/

you should watch and gaze cuz its stabbing drugs and rape/

forget going to school and the rules my job takin up too much that time/

fuck rap too im sellin crack dude so fuck that rhyme/

walkin down elm street partys bottles and bitches except my sister/

who was partyin with them and next day after the time she ran away/

her anorexia increased she felt ashamed beneath i mean who wouldnt/

being a victim of acts it is sad we really gotta be real with our women/

treat them as women not as cattle and i know its unreasonable but men/

make me feel guilty for being as a man lil kid in a lil city if i bud'in/

huh what little he'll do fuck this city this suburb i think that i'll move/

lil dudes 9 years old smokin and a ll homie starting to sell/

i think i'll join in this myself start readin the gospel/

its sayin im destroyin myself but in ecclesiastes/

it says do what your eyes see desirable mabye i can save enough/

this is what i see i have no decision this is what i'll be /

 

you think im makin it up/

shit ima make it up for my moms retirement and divorce i cant afford a course/

oh yea that those hypocritical excuse are coursin in ur veins youssef/

it is all in vain of course youssef but so true go follow all those before you /

that musta have been a message by lucifer again he's tryna destroy ya/

and get in yo head shut this i can feel the coursin cursin as i swear/

no one gives a fuck well time they eat shit and feel some they share of despair/

yea here give up my rhymes they need this/

im like a prophet a teacher a peasent to a priest for these people/

well thats what i wanna be just a leader i may not follow it all/

im just tryna use the knowledge i got put in a song follow god and use it all/

im no gangster just a godforsaken kid day dreamin about makin it big/

tryna put all of this and define youssef in 16 bars here is hard/

im an average joe not divine and shit but came out of grime and mess/

and survived and preaches not to be a victim but is flawed tryna earn respect/

and most of all a poet whose origin is in vernon who says its not the place/

its the people and if you escape your still holdin in poison and he's part of the moroccan race/

 

oopsie seventeen bars

mabye eighteen bars for this one

thats too long sorry dawg i cant do it

only thing i say is im human