Life
• Written by Anonymous
think about suicide on the daily
hoping i got my shit together
but really this is all so crazy
just want to impress my brother
all he sees is a failure
a little kid who dreams
who seems to be getting lazier
designs the real lies of an integrate mind
who only testifys what he sees through his own eyes
no influence on the people around him
doesnt give a shit though
because soon this will all be reality
and all the pain will be years ago
learns from mistakes
but keeps them beside him
tries to make it
but it aint easy to win the lottery
feels like he dead from within
just because he didn't win
didnt make it to the top
but this aint gonna make him stop
he's only halfway from the opportunity
chewing through me
tearing me apart
just want to be there
nearly at the heaven in front
escape the reality that has become
flipping bars is a hobby
my true passion is from in here
designing clothes is why I'm feared
but right now I'm just feeling faded
too many cones smoking too much dro
just to distract me from my education ya know
fuck education I can make it on my own
all I need is a gun and a reason to pull it
after that I'll be ready to kill this shit
white boy signing out bang bang
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