Depression

Ayo, so I've been goin' through some tough times

Got writer's block, can't think up any dope rhymes

So I find myself constantly reusing the same lines

All beautiful things are now flammable knives

Damaging the only thing inside me that thrives

It's all-out warfare between opposing tribes

Can't think up rhyming syllables, more than five

And believe me, I've almost died trying

But haven't tried to die

It may be anxiety and depression

But, at least I've still got mentality and progression

I have to fight aggression with suppression

Cause I've learnt my lesson, you don't strengthen

The flame with vengeance, use rap as your weapon

I don't need to call guys niggas and gals bitches

My presence is enough to threaten

Satan, suck my dick, you're triple 6, I'm triple 7

I'll never get to heaven, one step up from confession

I'm gonna ask all you amateur rappers one question:

With all the tension on RapPad, can you feel my essence?