Depression

Yeah, All my life i toked to feel numb and to prevent my mind from screaming as i

reached for my gun alway's on the run my life was rotten had to hide shit from everyone

it was for a good reason that's why now i'm leaven it's a relief and i gotta stay seperate

from these heathens else i'll become one myself it feel's like hell is calling me

down pouring across my mind not letting me see whats in store it feels tomorrow

is hollow no hope so i smoke some dope and swallow the pain and follow my lane

towards the day when i can have what i really need to indeed not feel like i'm bleeding from the

inside and smoke this weed to feel like myself these cat's saying you need wealth

when all i want is my brain to be in good health it always seems i gotta be on point

where as i wish i could just lay back and toke my joint and smoke my kief bowls

like i used to and kick back and feel alright rather than feel like i'm taking a knife

through my windpipe at all times it kills feels like someones take my heart and

squeezing it till it kills but it's just my own chemistry becoming my own enemy

and blinding me endlessly i've become my own lethargy that's holding me back and

putting me under attack and the life i'm living has become a trap that's holding me

back i gotta pull it in sort it out and put it back in an order that works and that takes

time and alot of hurt that leaves burnt but if i can talk so can you find the strength and pull it through

because when you let the bad shit take over you find yourself in the dirt with no way to pick

yourself up and move through the pain and the hurt just find someone who understands

make em listen to you.