thoughts

my minds fucked up like I wanna die

like I juss want somebody to tell me why

why is it that a man not supposed to cry

when they say, you alright? we say yea, but we know its a lie.

 

you see my life's fucked up, I just want a way out

maybe I need a place were I can go juss to scream and shout

or maybe juss to be a lil kid and sit and pout.

 

or maybe I should cut my wrist, admittedly I like to see them bleed

and even though to pains bad it helps to relieve, all the shit in my mind

that's got me mentally in a bind.

 

so tell me how am I supposed to smile in the rainy weather.

how am I supposed to lie to myself and say shit will get better,

maybe there's a god somewhere who gives a care

maybe if I believed in the big guy up stairs my life would be better down

here.

 

they say if you curse his name he will strike you down but I don't care,

what he want me to do? get scared and shit my underwear?

see he ain never ever been there for me, so ion give a fuck that he so

called "set me free"

 

but maybe that's the tragedy, maybe he care and is there and ion even see

but ima scream fuck religion until he do sum for me.

 

do my actions make him sad, mad or happy? ion know but maybe I would

care I he set my soul free.

why did he make me juss to make my life a living hell, maybe he juss wanna

see if ill tap and ring the tap out bell, or maybe he juss wanted another

life to fuck up then send to hell.