nothing can make this man chill making me wanna grab steel pop this seal end this headache i ain t talking advil all i see is fake love look at me keeping it mad real if money make the world go round understand that i am at a stand still i swear to god that it s like an anvil on top of my shoulder blades never seen a colder rage lately no soul with aids vodka mixed with percocet bitch i am a nervous wreck if you come into my bubble i m catching a body like circus net if you ain t learned this yet then class in session i m past aggression this my last confession never judge a book by its cover before you read it you ever feel you need to kill for the things that you needed but you just keep it a secret deep down you re feeling defeated you can t eat sleep your body s weak and your ready to leave it because it s hard being light when your surrounded by darkness it s hard to spread love when you re feeling so heartless if you think that you know me i got some issues and some deep dark secrets if i share my pain with you would it be an inconvenience  i m pacin my minds racing red line throttle stuck never seen this side of me cuz i usually keep it bottled up like how the fuck do i keep calm these problems that i speak on im going off the deep end leap then hi welcome to my abyss you can all die in lion piss another psychiatrist i tried but i ain t buying this shit that they tell me but they possibly write like the voices that i hear in my head that i constantly fight and honestly i just might snap i m trying to keep this man afloat but i m sinking like a banana boat i m sick in the head no antidote i can t stand it no i ve turned into an animal you try stopping me and ima let this hammer go and i ll do it in an instant end your resistance i don t need assistance you better keep your distance or you gonna have to kill me man do you feel me fam now do you understand who i really am i wake up in a cold sweat i ain t got no check another eviction notice and now i m in more debt i m fighting like a war vet with my split personality it s worse than you think young lyte versus reality you already know that i m a wack job it s who i be i don t act odd he s way too gone please bring me back god i m typically poor i m despicable lord chemically imbalanced strangled by umbical chord and i m biblical for because i m afraid of my dark side you can look in the archives and open my heart wide it s empty amend me don t tempt me needing to vent see lucifer or god i don t know who sent me woot sa woot sa problems i got a list yo bitch i m a schitzo only calm with a fistful pills and a pistol so you can go and judge me this is who i am so hate me or love me 1