stress relief

I'll be honest

I have nothing to rap about

just the shit that's happening now

it's my stress relieving help

it's never leaving out of my scalp

the thought of dying doesn't really help

cry n yelp like sad little alone pup

thoughts are over flowing my cup

growing bolder with a flow to go up

toe to toe with a demon I must be dreamin

cleaned out my room at least seven times

but it's cool

I don't care if I gotta move out again

finding a place to sleep again

guess I'll go to the bridge again

it's pretty sketchy but I gotta gun in hand

runnin around

bein a clown

hangin with the wrong crowd

it's not aloud in my moms house

in fact I'm drink down all her money in her bank account

hissin n kissin up to family for money that's my life right now

whistling n' walkin around eastview trailor court

it's where my memories are

they are what I cherish the most

I just want to do those things

that I did as a kid with the energy

my family wanted me to do the most

I'm so fucking close to ending it with an extension cord

never got an excellence award back in elementary

I really did my best

I swear

now I just walk n stair at the ground with my headphones blaring

thinking of those times you n' me would play fight

playin with hot wheels n barbies mixin em' together right?

ticklin

talkin life

missing it all the time

getting high again

I think it's a routine

that I quarantine my mind of these thoughts

it's talk n' walk or song n rap with you and me

won't stop it not till I mop it up

gotta clear my mind

take the stearin wheel

get on my lane

fix it with the people that didn't deserve the anger that I let out on them

also I only rap with words

no punch lines only sometimes

in some of the rhymes I create

I think I hate this shit I put out as bait

for the sake of my families money in the bank

it's pretty much impossible to think

that I could ever make it to the top

with only free instrumentals online

in my mind I landed on a mine

it blew up right on quo

who'd ever think that when I was a kid

I'd ever grow up like this

I rap with the same shit but I word it differently every time

I'm definitely full of insanity

n' the only time I can let it out is with a rhyme

I really hope I make it on Strange Music

who has 2 cents that I can have

or maybe if I gotta job and bragged

about the money that I'm getting like every other drag

that raps about it

rope it around peoples necks till they stop squirmin

I won't stop stirrin

something up

only till I perfect it

and the infected is coming

I am elected as Strange Musics Genereal Brigadier

I get near snapping

start cussin n cryin because I feel like I'm a crappy rapper

I'm a happy camper

full of handy lanterns

to see past the darkness

I can be so fucking heartless

twistin up a stick full of happiness

while doin a roundhouse kick with my malleolus bitch

right in the tempo now he's out

see how we shout

shout

shout

shout at the devil

I'm on another level

pull a different lever

I'm at the cliffs of dover

I really wonder

if I fell and never came back to the living