My Life

look into my eyes, see a guy who told one too many lies,

look at my skin see a texture, made of a unimaginable mixture,

my body is nothin but skin full of scars, n lungs full of tar,

TwoOneEight, receivin nothin but hate, his fate, is in a room with nothin but bars holdin him in,

everynight say his prayers, cuttin so many layers,

walks into school, harassed so fast, believe me its no blast,

go into the bathroom, take out a razor that i keep handy, normally,

drag it across my skin, satan just gotta win over god, fuck sorry father,

ugh, why even bother, my mother is the opposite of an angel,

me, well, im the guy who invented practically everything tyler the creator raps about,

am i satans deciple or gods child,

my problems are mild, for some fuckin reason i still got that chronic depression,

like im suffering a recession, fuck it im done, bye.