Fighter
• Written by SterlingSilva
I'm an eighteen-year-old insomniac
Who stays up at night just writing raps
Thinking of ways I might attack
thinking of ways I might fight back
Thinking of how to get on track
The reality is I don't know jack
Been jacking up random answers; fact
Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass
I've never been one to give up fast
I refuse to ever come in last
I know the pain of failure lasts
But failure's not an option, jack
If you ain't first, you came in last
That's what Ricky Bobby said
These words that swirl up in my head
Are gonna help me get ahead
Ahead in life and out of bed
This bed is useless anyway
I don't know what to do today
That's just part of my day-to-day
I guess I need to get away
Are you gonna go my way?
I've fucked up bad I think I may
never recover, I might fade
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Fade to black; Metallica
Or fade to white; new favorite drug?
All because I can't feel love
All because I'm slipping up
Everyone is doubting me
Or maybe, perhaps, possibly
It's just me who's been doubting me
How should I know?
Minds are something I don't read
But that's something that I don't need
I just need you to tell me, please
Tell me what you think of me
I'm insecure and need approval
Otherwise I'll see a loser
Every morning in the mirror
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I know I said that I'm a fighter
I fight these feelings with a lighter
Lighting up Mary Jane; that loud chick's
louder than my voice, you heard her
Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder
And murder leaves no retribution
It's kind of an abrupt solution
they'll keep me in an institution
//
Medford High ain't Columbine
Cuz I'm not crazy, no I'm not
I'm in the correct state of mind
These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts
I don't think like this a lot
This ain't a battle I have fought
No, nobody's getting shot
Least not by me, that says a lot
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SterlingSilva
Member since May 16 2014