EDIT: i'd like to point out that now that i read this over, it's a little too over the top and isn't my best work. haha
Warning, Cuss words and abusive phrases follow.
As sad as one can be.
I, am my own enemy.
I fall asleep to awake late to my day.
I try to slumber but my eyes, open they stay.
When dreaming, stress condemns me, my life offends me.
I chase a high that doesn't exist.
One you couldn't understand let alone get the jist.
I've got a fucking problem.
It's what I see.
What I perceive to be me.
worse than them.
I see reality as it convicts me and continues to restrict me from the way I wanna be.
Addicting, the high I chase.
That golden serenity, that feeling, a base.
The building tall, lined with padded walls.
Cliff jumpin, Splish splash, music Bumpin.
My mind like a merrygoround horses blitzin.
My face blitzed in.
My future as speed racer till the smack requires a pace maker.
Dreams, hopes, idols, heroes and gods.
Little boys screaming cross world playin COD.
My life's a reality, not a game, no joke.
So fucken step outa me, go home, get choked.
The true passion revolves around desperate times.
Thoughts of suicide, you master through desperate rhymes.
'Cause you ain't playin around.
Cussin and rhyming so you don't end up a ditch in the ground.
So get lost punk and leave me be.
I'll fucken crack your neck open and make you bleed.
Back up, step up, shut up, 'cause your life means nothing to me.
Now the real heart shows, the man with bow and arrows.
Real lives shatter, real blood spatter.
You think your tough cause you can rhyme "Me" with "Soliloquy"? well guess what, you just met the best part of me.
The fucking god damn art of me, the heart of me.
so sit down and relax while i relapse and cure my mind.
No! fuck you spine. that delicious taste that made our race hate us.
Now step back and relax son, " Tip the needle" watch daddy do how it's done.
You tired yet?
Live life real to the feel of my finger tips.
Blood, sweat, tears, poor through these whores lips.
Crooked smiles, nothin but a dial tone.
The sound you hear as eggs go over easy.
Thats right bitch get down and please me.
Another record yet won. Say what, rap is done?
Fuck ya'll niggas who think you got talent.
Ask yourself who your doing it for, you fucking gallant.
I do this shit for me because it keeps me alive.
Because depression eats me alive.
A walking shadow is how I feel, So step back and kneel.
Get mad, you million dollar sell outs.
Everybody using lady gagas coke inspired talentless dreams and Tpains octaves as bail outs.
Find your own shit or produce something new.
Take a chance on a nigga who's still foolproof.
Don't take the hollywood way, which destroys it's own genre through creating a childs macrame.
Step up be loud get your voices Heard!
Or this world we live in will always be obsured.
As sad as one can be.
I, am my own enemy.
