alive
• Written by TwoOneEight
im alive, im on this planet to survive, and for my race and i to strive,
god said he would never deprive, of my life,
but my life is horrible, my depression is uncontrollable,
my body is fucking disposable, my emotions are revocable,
my devotions, are exposed through my heart which has turned black blue, from suffocating myself,
my vocals, are as dark as coal, i sold my soul now its being baked into a casserole,
satans eating it out of a bowl, like a fucking troll,
thats why i now feel so alive for the very first time,
i have the feeling from when i rapped for the very first time,
when i was slapped and i committed my first crime,
im now starting to rhyme for the very first time,
getting so high that i wanna die my eyes are glassy i look like im about to cry,
ha, that was a lie,
im getting pretty sad now because my mom, isnt calm,
shes like a fucking bomb, im taking my mom to prom,
because im such a pussy cant even ask a girl out, what the fuck righ,
i wish the Egyptians would embalm me, for free,
i love you mama.you went through the pain to make me so alive,
you took care of me even though you hit the crack pipe,
i still got your back for life,
even though you left me for vegas when i was seven,
ill still love you, you brought me into the world, so that my love could was again unfurl,
i know our past is a blur, its a new time, come see me so we can rhyme.
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TwoOneEight
Member since February 26 2014