Self Resect

I spend to much time tucked up in my room,

like fuck... The world out there seems so doomed,

why leave... Where the fuck will it lead?

I got everything i need, paper and pen,

im a slave to the words that spin, fixing to win,

One of my belifes is indeed greed, but to give free,

money means fuck all to me and if need be-

i would live on the streets but i've got basic needs-

selfrespect to keep, a dilect to speak.

I'm sick of basic, someone upgrade this basement,

i need a bigger paycheck, i gotta stop wasting,

i forget what day it is, time keeping is just waiting-

for something to come in swooping, take me top viewing,

but ever since i was sitting with Bibby in the pics,

my heart got trippy and i developed an imbalance.

anxiety makes me feel faint and life's become a challange,

im scared to death of death, fucking ironic, yes?...

even the air, i sware, i wish i didn't care-

but here i am, with my heart in hand asking why it bangs-

and bangs, an answer i demand, fuck i don't understand,

docters can't fix this shit with tabs, take me to a lab,

do whatever you can, i don't wanna feel paniced again.

Maybe all need is a normal life, one that's right,

see, my farther had a love for liqure, couldn't depart-

without a liver, as the walls of it grew thinner,

Until fists where swinging, thats when he'd of stop listening,

with my mother and sisters wishing he'd just listen

being so fucking drunk, you'd think he'd be missing,

but listen... I don't want any fucking sympthoy,

this man didn't fucking lay a hand on me,

instead he acussed me of fucking a look alike of the Beast,

shit please... I got rep to uphold and "selfrespect to keep"

I've come to terms, now all you need to do is learn-

that alchol is bad, and i didn't fuck your hag,

i'd rather stick my dick in a nail filled bag and shake-

my hand, cum in that instead of picking off after scab.

But lets get back on track, im poor as shit,

as you gone fucked up my placement year you prick,

you know what... yeah im sick, the way i say this shit,

don't cage a guy with a lot of rage hidden away inside,

he'll eat, no type of metal could possibly keep-

this fucking creep from his feast, you'd need to dig,

bury me deep, beneath, for in hell i'll roam free.